This is a song about "Self hatred"

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Hatred, drugs, hey no one can live there life sober

Once you successful they relentlessly givin you hatred

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

I told him, "don't submit to bigotry, the hatred it sparks",

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred i had

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I'm not moving like a cartoon

Self made bitch im coming soon.

Now say fuck them other bitches them hoes ain't shit

I wasted breath being in tight hatred, we're wasted