This is a song about "Wetting ones self"

The knowledge of my self still

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

I'm no ones admission

Hmmm where should i begin

What preceded was the clue

// [we're the ones who made you]

Self made bitch im coming soon.

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

Worried about debts, recessions and foreclosure

Self designated wicked critical closer

So hold back ya tears

Some thing i keep to my self

Texting my mama current self

And if you pay for that yourself