This is a song about "It s hard to be popular"

Fuck it how bout twenty shouldn't be too hard to please

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

Not even fronting life gets hard how can it be

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

It's crazy ain't it, hard to explain it

I've always found it hard to breathe

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

How do you feel about politics both great candidates it must be hard to pick,

Shows to do, got record to sell

Track 7.) superstar (it ain't hard to tell)

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

Go into it, get intimate and equivalent when i be dissing hard,