This is a song about "Self acceptance"

So, just tell me something about yourself

I'm so fly no one to bite on but my self

Feelin sorry for myself no self esteem

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Self designated wicked critical closer

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

The knowledge of my self still

As i light one for ill will

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Call yourself a self made millionaire

Some thing i keep to my self

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Rapping is self medicating

But he don't rule a thing

Used to be a kid sticking out my neck for acceptance

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns