This is a song about "Self hate"

Self designated wicked critical closer

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Trapped in my own self, i'm amaze

But she took it in his place

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

Its the things that i hate

Texting my mama current self

Cause i can't seem to see myself

But your cocky self looken like bill nie

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

See my self on the tv screen/

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Call yourself a self made millionaire

Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell