This is a song about "Ambarrasing your self"

I can taste the salt from my tears

Relying only on self

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Keep your business to your self never fuck with a crew

And people call me a user, but i want you

But your cocky self looken like bill nie

But i think i like that, just maybe

Battling you is the easiest thing next to your self-inflicted defamation

Of an operation and try to get allocation to up my reputation.

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Put your self in their position and slowly, listen

Self designated wicked critical closer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her