This is a song about "Why britian is so good"

My music is so good its almost therapeutic

You dropped outta college, you can't pay shit

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Don't understand why skin color determines if your good

From the jungle, fam, where niggas bundle grams

So you x'd with a "why," y is the path

If this is sick so that why i do this shit to spit like righteous a homegrown

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Why am i not good enough

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

So all of this is a valid explanation on why your so fucked in the head,

Why is it so hard to get some recognition?

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

So i made him disappear for good

Aye, hold your head homie, look