This is a song about "Shit myself"

We can never be friends

Relying on myself

Gimme a chance to pick myself

Roll up niggas be like sex

Fuck jealous from myself

If you can't look up at yourself

Im feeling so lonely only myself

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

You gotta keep your sense of humoryou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit

For the opportunity to present, i tried to explain myself but started not to give a shit.

But i raised myself on metal and slim, shit

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

But i know that me's the shit and myself and i are agreeing

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

I'm a mob by myself/

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense