This is a song about "Self concious"

Because if you hurt your self like this

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Call yourself a self made millionaire

True player, cory mo cold as hell

Texting my mama current self

I can taste the salt from my tears

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Words corrupted him and made him self concious again,

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones

I have little self contol round stupid fucks

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

So, just tell me something about yourself

Feelin sorry for myself no self esteem

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen