This is a song about "None of the things"

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

None of you phonies will ever be able to control me or hold me, so just behold the

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Enough of the commotion, imma set things off

But none of them are the perfect angels

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

These are just some of the things that keep the stars beaming

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

I get all of the bitches all of the bitches he get none

Just a new niggah tryna get the groove of things

You're on the verge of squealingbitch made catching feelings

But this ain't physics or rocket science

I'm scared of the things that will come in the years.

Cuz none of it really matters

Pissin' on the demons of the earth