This is a song about "Self praising"

He believes in praising cows but he eats beef,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

The knowledge of my self still

For real, a nigga ill

Self made bitch im coming soon.

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Y’all ain’t the praising saints with the perfect angel’s face,

Self call it heroism

Bet i get like 8 of them

Nah no kid can destroy my self esteem

We self-made but never is an i on the team

I ain't praising no one, no one is amazing for one.

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

Am not dissing ma self but am trying to give ma self a motivation

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