This is a song about "Admitting problem"

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

This problem happened two years ago

But now the dough like kaiser bro

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

Here they keep a rachet close

Meanwhile a problem rose...

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Government tells us we have freedom, no one sees a problem

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

"huston we have a problem... it's not going to solve it's self, it's a big problem,

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun