This is a song about "Self esteem"

The knowledge of my self still

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

I have little self contol round stupid fucks

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying

Rapping is self medicating

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Nah no kid can destroy my self esteem

Self inflicted, stuck in a cycle of addiction

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Self-esteem at top cream of the cream, i score the green, whore.

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell

Call yourself a self made millionaire