This is a song about "Having anxiety"

For those whey no fit dey fix son

My anxiety"ll kill me in the long run/

All the numbness, hate, guilt and anxiety it's not for me.

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Pooping - having a blast,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Question is, is it anxiety or is it just my heart,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Or talk politely iv got this anxiety

I wish that i could stop and say goodbye to my anxiety.

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Got problems, what? i can't say

If your having a bad day

Ive been having these thoughts

And i can't help but stare, cause