This is a song about "Cry my self to sleep"

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

What the bloodclot, tommy frazier fuck yourself

As i lay me down to sleep my insanity hits it's peak

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Texting my mama current self

Caught in self-loathin it's time to see relief released from the tip of my teeth

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

Sly's little shop of horrors, now showing

''hypno'' relates to sleep, but my eyes aint closing

I’ve got my daughter raised here, rocking her back to sleep,

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

I'm so fly no one to bite on but my self

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

I'm sufficiently self assured to assert my certain fixation,