This is a song about "Cardiovascular problems"

My nephew looking at me cause his daddy is his idol

With psychological problems i live a constant cycle

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

Clasp tight as i make cardiovascular incisions to damage my victims

Y'all niggas about to feel thisbreak out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

If y’all important, i come at you, firing poems

Tell 'em about your attitude problems

She can make a pimp fall in love

Mo' money, mo' problems

99 problems but a disk ain't one

They had a hell of a run

Don’t answer about your problems

And panned out, i'm all in love