This is a song about "The problems of america"

Than i walk out the room like im the coolest nigga to hit america,

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Yeah you know i've got a lot of motherfuckin' problems,

America the peace is past, let the rebels lead the way

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

But in the scheme of things, my problems are nothing

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Most of america is not middle class or stacking the green,

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

My bank of america account got six figures

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

The opposite of sympathy fuck you and all your problems bitch

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Yeah you know i've got a lot of motherfuckin' problems,