This is a song about "I do what i wont"

What do i really need

From the back seat, back seat

I don't know what to do

I call em up, they might fall through

Let me do what i do,

I ain't tryna diss you

Hey mr. coach, i don't like you

What was i suppose to do?

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

But if i do i aint holding back, i wont refrain from pain/

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

I do things right that the president wont, i make my prescence known,

What could you do ?if it was up to you

"what the hell am i suppose to do"

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

You don't realise what i can do