This is a song about "I hate myself i can t seem to get out of my head"

I know the way i'm going out can seem a little cold

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Can seem great 'til it ain't, then i hate what i made, and i can't wait to trash it

My mind my thoughts i think they're out to get me

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

People seem confused by how i hope to use my talents

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Can anybody hear me? i guess i keep talkin' to myself

Get out of my head, you don't want dandruff

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

Cause i can't seem to hear myself