This is a song about "I fucking hate my self"

Haters hate and i wave my hand like i'm fucking imperious

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Every goal i have ever set my self i have accomplished

I force myself into my old self again,

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Thats why i do this for my fuckin self

I can control it i tell my self every day, what can i be for

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Why do i need to be the one who suffers,i can't enjoy my self while i slumber

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer