This is a song about "My self contained"

If your head right, i’ll be there every night

Stab my self to death and end the suffering tonight

Giving no apologies about my self centered ideologies,

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

My rhyming's contained in the slightest haze, you couldn't write this way

Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say

And i feared that my fans say i failed

But i've got all the farts, well contained

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Trapped in my own self, i'm amaze

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

The knowledge of my self still

Texting my mama current self

I can taste the salt from my tears

Just before they seen my money in the green

And no way a kid can destroy my self esteem