This is a song about "Self har"

But your cocky self looken like bill nie

We came.. way too far pretty baby

Be the king, that was part of my dream

See my self on the tv screen/

Some thing i keep to my self

And if you pay for that yourself

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

The knowledge of my self still

Because if you hurt your self like this

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

Thats why i do this for my fuckin self

I can taste the salt from my tears