This is a song about "First world problems"

Interior, inferior, star-spangled banner

Hang your problems on a hanger

Mo' money, mo' problems

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

First world problems written through the spittin verse hurled till it blossoms

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

Don’t answer about your problems

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks