This is a song about "I m lyin down on my bed thinkin bout life why i gotta go through so much trouble to survive"

I put my body to bed

And please never disrespect my set

I just tell ha we be wildin u lyin bout yo

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Yo i've been thinkin' 'bout my life since i became depressed,

They worship the ground i walk on, though i'm harder than cement

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

I tease thinkin' i'm comical, leave because i'm on the go

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

I go to bed reading my book

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

And there's pictures on my bed that i was sortin' through

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Causing so much trouble when i was sixteen , my mother was patient noone could ever

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

I´m so high, my shoes so fly