This is a song about "Self possession"

This spiritual frustration self-medicated through inhalation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

The knowledge of my self still

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

Self call it heroism

Something wicked this way come

Self designated wicked critical closer

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Thats why i do this for my fuckin self

But don’t worry about it girl, just be yourself

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Feelin sorry for myself no self esteem