This is a song about "Hiding from their true self"

Hiding down ducking strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Self made from my skin to my shoes, size 18 so i know im in the view

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

Weighing on my self like a scale is my health the true hell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Wont use their weaponry from the seventies

Don't fast forward ima serve you some keys

Cause i hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

Caught in self-loathin it's time to see relief released from the tip of my teeth

As you look at their faces your convinced it is true.

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

Cuz i'm sure thankful for it, their wouldn't be true grit