This is a song about "First world problems"

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

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Women troubles family problems

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Cant escape the problems he's facing,

Lets just say i had problems

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

But if i force it there will be fuckin problems

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

When i looked at you for the first time, it was just me and you in our own world