This is a song about "Black people problems"

Tell 'em about your attitude problems

He bought me a hoodie, a couple albums

Mo' money, mo' problems

Got that deep love

Hang your problems on a hanger

Doctor made her fatter

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Shut tha fuck up wid ya problems theres people out here wid lots mo,

Poor black people get put down, and are caught up in it,

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

I'm not used to be around black people, that what's worries me

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Top dropped down, black on black

Ain't even tryna hold back