This is a song about "Harold big head self"

Thats why i do this for my fuckin self

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Lookin' for these better days

Trapped in my own self, i'm amaze

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Texting my mama current self

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,

The knowledge of my self still

For real, a nigga ill

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Rapping is self medicating

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

He gets straight back up with a big grin in his head