This is a song about "Cutting my self"

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

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

I force myself into my old self again,

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Some thing i keep to my self

I made it myself

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Every goal i have ever set my self i have accomplished

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

Turns around on me as i'm at home, cutting concerns into my skin

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation