This is a song about "What is wrong with you"

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

To each is own ,but tbh i can tell you where you went wrong

Didn't yo mama tell you that is wrong

But just when it gets good, she's gone

To sum it up, your dead wrong about what you think you know/

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

Send the heat back if what i'm spittin is wrong,

Mommy something is wrong with dad i think

I promise to keep it honest

Your wealth small and through what's wrong with you

And word i blew off herb i grew

Out life by someone who you is certain is always wrong?

But killing the competition in that cosabella thong

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Nobody to tell her what's wrong and what is right