This is a song about "Harold big head self"

Baby, you got that super bass

Trapped in my own self, i'm amaze

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

With your head on a spike a big ass frown.

For real, a nigga ill

The knowledge of my self still

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Texting my mama current self

Black vultures, rats roaches, sleep now, the laughs over

Self designated wicked critical closer

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Head so big i got a crooked neck