This is a song about "Hurt my self"

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Texting my mama current self

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

I force myself into my old self again,

My intention was never to hurt you,

I'm after you bringing traffic through

Gotta believe in my self you cant need a team

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

My pain & my hurt you never go through

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

So sir, please except my apology 'cause i'm hurt

Before a nigga finish put in the work

I'm so fly no one to bite on but my self

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

And i can get em all without lots of effort

Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt