This is a song about "Don t hurt your self"

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I got soul, there's more in store

You don;t thin anymore

Maybe its because your the only one who isnt hurt

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Destroying self esteem with every word your shelling/

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Do your self useful and give up keep your mouth shut

Back to times square...i got dimes here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel