This is a song about "Rap relating to yourself"

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

An emotional bruisin' that leaves you to yourself in seclusion

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

Never evading but forever relating to bars with meaning

Hang yourself and be sure to allow me to keep the noose,

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Compassion to your neighbors, as well as yourself.

I got 20 thousand views of french itself

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

And force yourself to stay,

Observe: cock and spray

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Hi my name is chris, welcome to my world, go fuck yourself.