This is a song about "Self"

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

Self designated wicked critical closer

For real, a nigga ill

The knowledge of my self still

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I have little self contol round stupid fucks

Feelin sorry for myself no self esteem

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

Rapping is self medicating

Get off a key like i can’t sing

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Relying only on self

Call yourself a self made millionaire

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

Nah no kid can destroy my self esteem

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team