This is a song about "Touching myself"

But i remember to myself

Roll up niggas be like sex

Plus big truckin too it's nothing

Quit touching, we ain't hugging.

I lost hope almost roped myself

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I'm on deck i'm up next

Never stood up for myself

I can taste the salt from my tears

I'd fucking murder myself!

Growing up by myself

And if you pay for that yourself

Tonight she gon' fuck with mei beated up that pussy

But no profits when atc be touching the d

Relying on myself

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense