This is a song about "Im about to kill my self"

Man im about to bust

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

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

You bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you

Abuse paper, run through it 'til the ink's out

To rapping about, what im about

I'm so fly no one to bite on but my self

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

If you wanted a date, don't come

He tried to kill my cousin

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Just to kill my opponents

South beach fountain blue

And im about to drop, you

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self