This is a song about "That remedy"

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Leeches on my face it's a remedy,

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

So i went to a trap store and bought a remedy for it

Hit you from a block away

That reminds me of that day

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Give the game more parity and spit that pussy rap remedy/

And hold that trident that that nigga poseidon owns

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

You a lady boss, now you fly free

That dont preach me, that aint peachy,

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

My beating heart telling me your my remedy

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

We tell that nigga that im coming