This is a song about "Harold big head self"

The knowledge of my self still

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

And a big ass head, looking like some fucking monuments/

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

Texting my mama current self

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

Self designated wicked critical closer

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Nah no kid can destroy my self esteem

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

Call yourself a self made millionaire

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

"huston we have a problem... it's not going to solve it's self, it's a big problem,