This is a song about "Self concious"

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Call yourself a self made millionaire

So, just tell me something about yourself

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

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

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Giving no apologies about my self centered ideologies,

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Self designated wicked critical closer

That's too many problems, too late to think over

Texting my mama current self

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

Words corrupted him and made him self concious again,

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

People don't condone what they've never seen

Nah no kid can destroy my self esteem