This is a song about "I hate myself"

I hate all yall, i hate law and hate the great lakes

Bitch no days off and i ain't got no breaks

By how i conduct myself

Sweet, okay makes sense

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

I pick myself back up again

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

I slapped myself across the face and told myself "hell no,

I'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

That i don't hate myself in any sort of way

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Why do i inflict this pain on myself?

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

You hate on me so i defend myself which translates into me strangling you

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

I'm on deck i'm up next