This is a song about "Narcissist"

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

I am the poetic narcissist

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

Cant hold a candle to my infinate fuckin darkness actin like a narcissist and for the last

He's such a narcissist that he jerks off and rubs it into his pores

And shorty, you straight, bet you look way better without no drawers

That burden's on my soul as long i exist

Narcissist, that cant see through the mist