This is a song about "Casa ll"

My anxiety"ll kill me in the long run/

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

I,ll win every single fight i won't get low

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

I 'll just stick ta hate songs

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

That ll make u sneeze weak in the knees/and give you a permanent

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Stop hoping around, it ll still be there, no kangaroo

Real light jab to opponents

You ll catch some mean lumps