This is a song about "Hateing yourself"

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

And right now, you're chillin, mind on yourself.

Go get yourself a pencil

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

And force yourself to stay,

I have so much to say

Like when you shot yourself

Sweet, okay makes sense

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Compassion to your neighbors, as well as yourself.

Wish i could shed all these tears

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

And right now, you're chillin, mind on yourself.

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

In yourself cause nobody else does,