This is a song about "Your selfish"

Bring the battering ram where you live

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

In private, not public in the streets

Given into my selfish deeds

I don't share im greedy. call me selfish. bitch you don't wanna see me.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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Your selfish and less relatable, not exiting mass of interference

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Wale got skills, man my nigga i’m will smith

I don't see what's wrong, shit ain't selfish

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

I got that goodman game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain