This is a song about "Minor"

And i could see you coming home after work late

Can we differentiate the class of the minor state

When it comes to spitting that fire

I'm a pro your a minor,

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

Goadome nikes, the cortazone of the poem writer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Just a minor, my depression's got my future on the wire/

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Man, i'm coming off a minor setback,

Coz what you call war, i call it minor obstacle

No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble

Now that's just a minor diss, so don't take it to heart

Dear lord come save me, the devil's working hard