This is a song about "But one weeks pasted"

99 problems but a disk ain't one

Mami... she open, she open

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

I'll be dead in a few weeks

99 problems but a disk ain't one

Boss broke, spouse choke, blouse open

I haven't recorded in two weeks,

Everything ain't what it seems

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

My eyes were doomed, my heart was broken for several weeks

But one last one, является ли это конец? russian

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

But its that one opinion,

I thought of bill clinton

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

I drink for weeks at a time