This is a song about "Self made"

Self designated wicked critical closer

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

We got money to go get baby

But your cocky self looken like bill nie

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

See my self on the tv screen/

Self made bitch im coming soon.

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

I don't wanna ever come down from this cloud of loving you

Self made from my skin to my shoes, size 18 so i know im in the view

Call yourself a self made millionaire

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

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

Fuck the law give a shit i'm even worse than before