This is a song about "Why i cant get my shit together"

Even get it but forget it i do this shit for college credit and when i get my

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

I cant quite get a grasp on my feelings just yet

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Even if i blow up and get known my shit is free

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

But i ain't gonna call girl why don't you get my tone

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

I dont know why but why cant there be peace

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Why cant i be famous