This is a song about "I wanna make my momma proud get good grades and i cant talk to girls because of my anxiety"

Bitch, i might make you my baby

Damn man, i made my uncle proud of me!

I barely can see throw my hazy shades, wish i had good grades

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

It's so annoying when i cant talk to my love,

I ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school

I never skipped a class, got good grades, and i played it cool,

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

I guaranteed to have my day, the only thing i cant controll of my body,

Why e.d.iprovide shit, fo tha needyand take from tha greedykadafi, is not sloppy

The way i look walk and talk and i dont think its good for my health

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Every problem you ever had with another man i gotta face

( its like, i never wanna talk about my issues cause i always-