This is a song about "Mood swings are getting worst"

Times are getting harder

That damier bag i bought her

The roads of the slayer are all getting nearer

But i ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner

Mama, fuck you, little bitch, mood swings, now i'm grounded?

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Politicians are getting back-hand bribes, sittin' on a damn beach,

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Tell me are you getting any feelin yet/

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Forget all the temper swings

Elites are greedy fuckers that are getting fat cheques

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

I've gone sober. things are getting colder. but i'm not a joker.

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