This is a song about "99 problems"

I think found where your mind was

Like it might solve their problems

I got 99 problems but a disk ain't one

Mami... she open, she open

Ya got 99 problems and obviously a bitch ain't one,

Or all them hot summers i was cooped up in the kitchen

And you can tell everyone

99 problems but a disk ain't one

Everybody have's small problems

So i can understand police victims

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

I got 99 problems but a disk ain't one

99 problems but a disk ain't one

I told him get his 9 and run

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

My nigga, its all love