This is a song about "Self possession"

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

I never back up like cleo lemon on myself

See my self on the tv screen/

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Thats why i do this for my fuckin self

If you can't look up at yourself

Texting my mama current self

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

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

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Only content when no one else is present, staring at resin the last in his possession

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

I have little self contol round stupid fucks

And finally, everyone got their own problems