This is a song about "Themselves"

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

From my peers, they be thinking themselves a little wiser

These curious motherfuckers ,remodel themselves

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Teens injecting themselves

Sweet, okay makes sense

Fuck themselves, supress a sniper for my guests.

Jill scott on my ipod, as my head rests

Hold my tears i tried my best

Putting themselves above the rest

They're always thinking too highly of themselves

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

With my mind, but one day they might find themselves in rhyme be like

My hands move by themselves

I like rollin' with friends