This is a song about "U guessing"

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Forever second guessing, askin questions no discretion

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

I'm second-guessing my level of malevolent presence.

Kevin wish he could to heaven, i'm just guessing

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Well hello nigga....i was waiting for u...

And if i do go you better come through

Swear i'm trying to get through

Ma answer is simply fuck u,

Stop asking questions because i’m the past the guessing,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

A bit of direction so people stop guessing the meaning

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing