This is a song about "Talking to myself"

Sitting here spitting these words talking to birds

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

And now here i am talking to you

When i get to warwick avenue

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Talking to yourself flingin of the pole

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

They asking me to be myself

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

But i remember to myself

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

But we should be body to body

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Abusing and cruising my rues to myself/