This is a song about "Your delusional"

I may be delusional but i'm still well aware,

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

Shove your head up your butt til ya see your own guts

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Saying im delusional got flaws gun cock pause

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Delusional i capture foes that oppose

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

A delusional world that was brought back from the dead

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

You're inflated and delusional, thinking you goin' get this

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Huh, a metaphor of course

To all the sisters with ambition, i see your hustle

I was a juvenile my gone to delusional