This is a song about "Self improvement"

Life is so cold should i even fuck me self....

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

With such an ugly picture in it and

Better ourselves with improvement

No room for improvement with my gat surges, my head is fuckin spinnin like lap circles

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Giving no apologies about my self centered ideologies,

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

In proving improvement in chunks,

And trying to start today with arguments

Relying only on self

Cause i can't seem to hear myself

Self designated wicked critical closer

And all that deep shit i was previously down for