This is a song about "Questioning"

Wait, now it's about eight something

Questioning what is happening

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

And listenin' to my kids questioning, wonderin' about where their momma is

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Perpetually questioning my sanity

But he don't rule a thing

Questioning the whole goddamn meaning

Wondering shit, questioning shit

Bitch you should see my wallet

Because i'm questioning you all

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

The reflections of my mental state, questioning how i can even operate