This is a song about "Problems in life"

I see that i've got problems in my own life, in my grown ass style.

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

In the prime of my life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Making records they want, that was wrecking my brilliance

We pay for lottery tickets, problems in disappearance

I'm everything that they call nice

How can it exist? poverty; in my life

I need yo nipples in my life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Sit in the water let the ocean wash away the problems.

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

There is more in to life

I used to have a nine to five

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

But if you want you problems to leave like they're in a car,