This is a song about "Talking to myself"

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Talking to a thinking motherfucker, mind you

But then i shutup, that's when i realized i was talking to myself,

Since i ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends

But i remember to myself

I like rollin' with friends

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Gimme a chance to pick myself

Don't fuck around and make it true

And now here i am talking to you

Crying myself to sleep every night,

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

Abusing and cruising my rues to myself/

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds