This is a song about "This anxiety is kikkin my ass"

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

My wallets empty my ass is broke, smoke all this weed till i hack and choke

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Or talk politely iv got this anxiety

Cuz i cant get high off that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

Now this anxiety is chasing me around town to town

Never knew a hooker that could share me, i get around

Death and anxiety have riddled my life,

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

This what my thought sound is

So it's nothing to finish

This is my own style, all this is my own version,

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

This fire ass kush is finna get seared