This is a song about "What dos t mattr"

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Depressed for years they still don`t know what i feel

I'm about to snap

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

You don;t thin anymore

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Sunglasses, hairstyle fashion doesn`t really matters

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

Nigeria inspired the talk drum