This is a song about "Diss track against yourself"

In the house, holla back

But time to get on track

She all on my skin

Against discrimination,

Rapping so fast/smacking this track

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Your better off shootin yourself

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Because this record is only to diss

Like a racer in the track

I'm about to snap

Cause i can't seem to see myself

Then you ished yourself

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

When you don't fuckin' suck yourself,