This is a song about "Self hatn"

Call yourself a self made millionaire

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Uppity bitches, handling business

Because if you hurt your self like this

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

Trapped in my own self, i'm amaze

Call me bobby ray, but it’s not two names

Self made bitch im coming soon.

You can pick the next room

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Nah no kid can destroy my self esteem