This is a song about "Self esteeme"

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Giving no apologies about my self centered ideologies,

Look it something they can't ever see

But your cocky self looken like bill nie

Am not dissing ma self but am trying to give ma self a motivation

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

We vegetables, on them record labels

I have little self contol round stupid fucks

U know self made salf paid

Of course they all hate

Self made bitch im coming soon.

I need a little room