This is a song about "Admitting problem"

Unless you eatin' pussy that smell like it's a stale plum

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

I used to be the most humble until

Even if it means admitting i'm ill

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

I know you ain't the fucking problem

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Problem? take it to maury

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Government tells us we have freedom, no one sees a problem

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Got a shit flow, admitting that you rap bad, thats sad