Whippin up this yay I got some problems baby

Finna serve a J I got some problems baby

I think traps life I got some problems baby

Demons in my head at night I got some

Problems baby

Smoke myself to space I got some problems baby

Can’t stand you in my space I got some problems baby

I drown my pain wit drugs I got some problems baby

I abused your love I got some problems baby

Been geekin all week off this molly baby

I forgot to eat I’m bouta smoke about it

I love my lil shawty but she drive me crazy

Fuck her make her cum then i smoke about it

I smoke all this weed so I don’t smoke no body

I got anger issues and I often hide em

Made 3 bands today n I ain’t happy bout it

My BM complaining I ain’t mad about it

Married to the game wouldn’t be shit wit out it

Eric G showed me options now I’m thinking bout em

Made money high school still I dropped up out it

I still roll with my same **** never doubted

Smoke 10 blunts a day to keep the pain away

Poppin pain pills look like I been sleep all day

Brain won’t let me sleep so I stay up late and drink

All them drugs mixed up just help the demons conversate

Mixin molly in my drink like its whey

Manipulate the situation make it go my way

Want it now **** I ain’t finna wait

Had to take a break to get back to the cake

Only you can do you boy this is not a race

Rather hear you hate me **** i can’t deal wit fake