This is a song about "Being self conscious"

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Texting my mama current self

Some thing i keep to my self

I can taste the salt from my tears

High of oxy im hardly conscious

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Blood was squirtin' out, but you were still conscious

Yo conscious shit makin me fall six feet deep/

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

Should have took some precaution now its costin me my conscious

The knowledge of my self still

Lady at the frank stand will

Is so monstrous, i stay conscious, my subconscious mind is designed

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind