This is a song about "Dead from self harm"

Aiming it at a pig, charlotte's web is going to miss you

Self made from my skin to my shoes, size 18 so i know im in the view

See dre did scotland and everybody jocked him

Come home later and find you dead from starvation.

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

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

And save her from this path that we call self harm?

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm