This is a song about "Self belief"

To believe an unseen perceived belief to fiendish subsidies

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

I just wanna go to the slum

Self call it heroism

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

Texting my mama current self

Relying only on self

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Life is so cold should i even fuck me self....

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Self designated wicked critical closer

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Self made bitch im coming soon.

I'm not moving like a cartoon