This is a song about "Im afraid of myself"

You think im slick? well guess what, im not afraid to slit,

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Now im killin myself slowely, and lonely,

I just want somebody i can see

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

I deliver myself to them afraid they will mutate me

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Full of myself, but still hungry

Too afraid of rejection

You're uncool like my mother kin

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Im feeling so lonely only myself