This is a song about "Your true self"

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

Y'all rappers thirsty for props, pay your dues staying true,

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

I'll displace you, put you back into your place true

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Hope u get your self into some serious fender so you won't

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Add struggle, minus faith and divide your self in half

(dream come true x3) cause baby baby your my ( dream come true x3)

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Shoot your self-esteem, put you on the spot