This is a song about "Self made"

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Nah no kid can destroy my self esteem

People don't condone what they've never seen

Fame made me self-absorbed mesmerized by the gold i wore

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

Giving no apologies about my self centered ideologies,

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

Words corrupted him and made him self concious again,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Self designated wicked critical closer

How proud i would have had you made, but through self-pity i forgave you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true