This is a song about "Being a mortgage assistant"

Or was i just a desolate being

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

But thats the life of a human being

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Was i overeacting just being a pessimist,

A childhood being suppressed,

Half your body laying on my chest

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

While i was being a burden seeming disgusting

You cant afford a mortgage put all your things into storage

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

Too afraid of being a loser

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her