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

But in the scheme of things, my problems are nothing

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

This voice in my head telling me evil thoughts

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

U baby pliz cum back but i'll be telling her u had chances u wasted

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

My personal use for a personal boost, flavored juice

And you better get ready for my story-telling.

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Now she take advantage of your ass telling u to move on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

The solution to all my problems

Let me teach you all the sounds of love