This is a song about "The problems of the world"

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

The opposite of sympathy fuck you and all your problems bitch

Perceptions of the world is so ridiculous

Together all the timethought it was true love

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

Sit in the water let the ocean wash away the problems.

Better acknowledge i'm fienin for that spotlight, cause i'm comin for first, bout to burst,

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Half of the world sees success in me

Just one of the many problems on my long list

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

They rooting for me, they say a nigga buzzing

But in the scheme of things, my problems are nothing

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

First world problems written through the spittin verse hurled till it blossoms