This is a song about "First world problems"

I’ll go easy at first

We been all around the world

Hang your problems on a hanger

So that don't even matter

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

I've enough problems to deal with

But if i force it there will be fuckin problems

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

That scary love, never get married love

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

Girl problems? talk it out. guy problems? shotgun out!

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love