This is a song about "Self obsessed"

I must confess that i'm a little obsessed

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

On a quest obsessed to digest lyrics

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs

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

I'm stressed just not quite, obsessed with bein' liked

Doggy, i'm from the land of grind

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Obsessed to get it in my chest and get higher

This is a family i love, i can admit to being obsessed with it,"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,