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

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

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

So i feel hate in my heart

I'm so intact so i stay sharp

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

I fucking hate the dirtbags featured in these raps

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

I haven't been my self but now my personality is starting to unfold and undress!

The possibilities endless, what to expect, i'll stop this killin spree, fuck it, who's next?

So much shit on my mind i fucking hate it

I put the nigga in his casket