This is a song about "I just got anally blasted"

I just make a mess, next day, i've got the same regrets,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

I'm trying to echo the tweet i just got from my misunderstand

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Twitter blasted in a complete knock

Like a fiend off the best rock

And there's something you ain't seeing like i block your vision

I just wanna have an exhilerating purpose, i think i got one

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

I just got jumped twice in one week, it's complete

Just a little push and i got a lot of pull

Initial place wasn't cruel so we oughta bull

I'm just sayin' i got fuckin' problems, mama's got a job,

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god