This is a song about "Nuisance"

To get my mind of this fucking nuisance,

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

A wanted nuisance grab the noose and get ya chase on

I'm the first one to do that i bet you never knew that

Love is a fusion of nuisance and putrid muses like cupid

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I became a nuisance to all, filled em up like i'm mucus

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Are you honestly just tryin to be a nuisance son?

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

In the end i was a nuisance so i said screw this

It becomes a nuisance when ya look at the blueprints,

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith