This is a song about "Sick of these suckers in my bubble tho critiquing me on stuff i had to struggle for"

Like a doorway to success in front of me and i had the key

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

My life is like a bubble i am ready to pop,

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I opened my drawer today and it had all her stuff.

That i gained from my couple of days on this bubble

To make karma come faster than she normally will

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

My rhymes are sick like i struggle to stay cancer free

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

Please struggle to make your body might take of my knives

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

Just for fun; i'm number one, these other niggas' bubble guts

They said im guilty, i ain't get the chance to say im not

My life is like a bubble, i am ready to pop,