This is a song about "Still me"

My rhymes inside my brain ain't sane, still they're close to me,

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

But still they call me the hypocrite,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

His high is still really short to me

She going to borrow some money

Still doesn’t make sense to me

The good kid from the ugly city

Im still sick enough aids dont wanna catch me

Laser point like obi, get paid you still owe me.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Ain't no features in this track, still me, still single