This is a song about "Hate myself"

And when that 16th minute comes then i won't hate myself

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Im feeling so lonely only myself

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

You hate on me so i defend myself which translates into me strangling you

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

This is no place for hate

Cause i'm doing great, by myself,

After lebron, i'm what's next

I'd fucking murder myself!

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Tell myself everyday

I'm a mob by myself/

And if you pay for that yourself