This is a song about "Bad self esteem"

Self inflicted, stuck in a cycle of addiction

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Think fast, fast women

Self call it heroism

Feelin sorry for myself no self esteem

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Ya self-esteem will be on my key chain,

I wanted the money and never the fame

Texting my mama current self

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Self made bitch im coming soon.

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Some thing i keep to my self

I'm god man i don't even have to breathe, but your ass must be satan cause you're actin mean

"'i'm readily relishing at developing eloquent elements that i hold in esteem