This is a song about "Cutting my self"

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

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

But of course, i'm the white boy that shows no remorse

Holding a saw for cutting my victims into fours

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

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

The knowledge of my self still

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

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

Yeah, that there is a fight in itself

Texting my mama current self

If you can't look up at yourself

Some thing i keep to my self

Theraphy sessions with my self, dr. mims its time to go slower

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are