This is a song about "The loss of self"

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

I let the white man get me, tally it as a loss

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Committing unspeakable acts of deceit and self pity

Until your lungs are compressed from a loss of breath of me impressing you//

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

See my self on the tv screen/

Cause of death self-inflicted gunshot to the heart

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Self inflicted, stuck in a cycle of addiction

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position