This is a song about "Better for myself"

I am not myself, haven't been for so long

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Tried to convince myself that that shit wasn’t for real,

School ain't even start yet, there ain't not freaks here

You sell yourself for better jobs

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Sorry to myself for giving so much less

Make a name for myself, be the artist of action

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Better be ready for

The shit that i spit is more

Just to let you know, you are

Better for your mother