This is a song about "Starving your self"

If you wanna battle you can kiss good bye to your self esteem

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Broken hearts, cry yourself to self to sleep, really nigga llive your life

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Them all you led your self to that point so unknown u just private

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

But your cocky self looken like bill nie

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised