This is a song about "The loss of self"

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Into #living for illusions of wealth through dilusions of self-

Committing unspeakable acts of deceit and self pity

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Portraits of self hatred painted to worship

As i light one for ill will

The knowledge of my self still

The day before is better than the present

My half self was part red just like the dress of clark kent

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

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

The malady a galaxy of self-fulfilling prophecies