This is a song about "Admitting problem"

Never even mentioned you had a problem.

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

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

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom

Brand new drop, i'm riding through harlem

Let us take a trip to my first problem

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Yea i need buck thats my fuckin problem

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

It's a permanent solution to a temporary problem