This is a song about "Themselves"

They say nothings ever free

Telling themselves they ugly

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

I eat rappers they make themselves more edible

Terrorist within themselves rampant and infectious,

Together all the timethought it was true love

Another version of themselves but not me

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

My hands move by themselves

Sweet, okay makes sense

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

They're always thinking too highly of themselves

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

Calling niggas out, who tape themselves burning papers

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Niggas trynna kill themselves with lethal injections