This is a song about "Dilemma with self"

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

And the docs are at odds with any self sabotage

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

No this ain't rubella, fella, this is dilemma

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Self-destruction's author, with the devil i take selfies.

Life is so cold should i even fuck me self....

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Self designated wicked critical closer