This is a song about "Personal problems"

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Lets just say i had problems

Women troubles family problems

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

And i need you to show me love

Hang your problems on a hanger

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Managers are merciful, close up, and personal.

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Here i go again, searching for love

Everybody have's small problems

Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

When they have kids they haven't seen in years, impressing their peers

To further personal gain and interest, and see there's evidence,