This is a song about "Telling u my personal problems"

Because the fact is, i have my own life, and my own problems,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

And you better get ready for my story-telling.

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

U speaking currency, now u talking my language.

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

I have my personal boundaries but where are yours

Yo im one kid but my problems are various,

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I had problems in my time so u said be calm

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Fuck story telling rapping, my raps not traditional

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

Shit, if i was old enough to speak

When did my problems get so deep?