This is a song about "Capital problem"

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

I'm capital grief , driving from the back of the seat,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

I told him get his 9 and run

But if you got a fucking problem

You fake niggas like great and randy u go unnoticed like the capital of

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Trinidad james, 2chainz, drake and this problem

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel

To the gullible im unstoppable as is compatible, bringing in the capital