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

I have never been cracked out at karoake i should not be proud of myself

And that's a better reason to for me to take advantage with sex

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

I get vision of blood born pathogens pouring out of my pores.

Every time i write a new flow bitches seem to get low,

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Im way out of my head, i can't think anymore my brain i fried, it's dead

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

I cant seem to figure out why im a child of misbehavior, but dad calls me a failure,

And i'm tryin to use the phone, but they makin noiseman i wish i had my glock, cause it's major

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

I just want somebody i can see

So i just had to write this rap to get my head.

Your heart was false just like the words you said

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold