This is a song about "I hate my anxiety"

So much shit on my mind i fucking hate it

Or never say never though i admit

Haters hate and i wave my hand like i'm fucking imperious

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

Haters hate and i wave my hand like i'm fucking imperious

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I dont sweat the hate, my sickness is ridiculous

I can't wait for summer; i might just so see a preacher, with all of them giving me anxiety

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Death and anxiety have riddled my life,

I hate my design but roll with the love

Hoping that nobody don't notice

Anxiety anxiety, hangs out in my minds eye you see

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money