This is a song about "Being a mortgage assistant"

It's born to rock on, explosion, one of the toughest

Was i overeacting just being a pessimist,

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Visualizing being a college graduate,

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

A childhood being depressed,

Now move a little bit to the left

You cant afford a mortgage put all your things into storage

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

I have to remind myself, that i am still a human being.

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

Too afraid of being a loser

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

And still being a rebel

I'm mental, it's instrumental