This is a song about "Your self"

Self made bitch im coming soon.

You can pick the next room

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

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

Hope u get your self into some serious fender so you won't

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Enemies wanting to finish me, mind your self as a saint,

Turn around and then you flip your hair

Call yourself a self made millionaire

When i rhyme and spit /and write this shit and feel stuck in the darkness that im residing in

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

And if you pay for that yourself

Relying only on self