This is a song about "Not loving yourself"

I ask mr. west for a lil bit of hope realize us new niggas gotta get it ourself

Thank you for encouraging me to do my thing, and not worrying too much about yourself

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball

The all loving immaculate master of all,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

You're just hand clapping for yourself

Loving you is my pleasure

What is hittin' for

Just for my sanity baby right now you need to speak

Craves a loving family, a dad happily married,

I'll be your student loan girl you ain't heard nothing

With yo momma’s dutch oven that she’s loving.

They say check yourself before you wreck yourself

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Then you ished yourself

I'm on deck i'm up next