This is a song about "Self possession"

She showed me affection like a drug dealer using her pocket for my protection

You sure talk like a dude , i can still spit wack but i'll still keep possession

This spiritual frustration self-medicated through inhalation

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Or those those confessin' for weapon possession

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I have little self contol round stupid fucks

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I got finesse in possession, u rookie writing raps my profession

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention