This is a song about "Your self"

Texting my mama current self

And if you pay for that yourself

Lady at the frank stand will

The knowledge of my self still

Destroying self esteem with every word your shelling/

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Because if you hurt your self like this

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses