This is a song about "Loos your self"

Destroying self esteem with every word your shelling/

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

Relying only on self

Sweet, okay makes sense

As i light one for ill will

The knowledge of my self still

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

If you wanna battle you can kiss good bye to your self esteem

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

Add struggle, minus faith and divide your self in half

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Hope u get your self into some serious fender so you won't

Unless your 'skin's winning, then i do it just to fucking boast