This is a song about "The pain is gone but the problem do evolve"

Everybody know you sweet, what the problem is

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

I tried to leave, but honestly i love the pain

It was just another party

Is the fuckin pain and my shame he

And the pain is what invites

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

But i do know that the downs syndrome gene is recessive

Father fuckin her, older man fuckin her sis

It seems like the entire thing is stupid and that's never gone,

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song