This is a song about "Self blame"

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

Stay/ they released a monster in pain / and the systems to blame.

They make it worth more

That you can blame me for

I'll tell you baby that we're through

// [who can really blame you?]

I'm growing older now and i guess i'm the one to blame

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

Call yourself a self made millionaire

And word i blew off herb i grew

// [who can really blame you?]

Self designated wicked critical closer

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Relying only on self