This is a song about "The loss of self"

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

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Caged, and the wonder is seen

See my self on the tv screen/

Loss of a battle is some pain for a loser to bare,

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Self-esteem at top cream of the cream, i score the green, whore.

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

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

That happen to act like a black president

Self inflicted, stuck in a cycle of addiction

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

You shoulda listened to the sounds of the rappad mass and let another loss just pass.