This is a song about "You re self"

Do you not re-read your shit before you take it to the mat son.

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

That's right i'm right bitch you better call yo self a friend/

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Hell naw you need to re-think that

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Because if you hurt your self like this

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

How proud i would have had you made, but through self-pity i forgave you

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

Couple of foreign cars that i ride, no top

Shoot your self-esteem, put you on the spot

Battling you is the easiest thing next to your self-inflicted defamation

A loss plus one have fun hun for my gun has just quivered taken a win