This is a song about "Self possession"

I got finesse in possession, u rookie writing raps my profession

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

See my self on the tv screen/

Man this life is but a dream

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

So much money lookin like its the lotto that hit me, so far i have 2 million in my possession,

This spiritual frustration self-medicated through inhalation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Or those those confessin' for weapon possession

Time to redeem, regain some self esteem

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

The knowledge of my self still