This is a song about "Bitches problems"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Sit in the water let the ocean wash away the problems.

99 problems but a disk ain't one

Cold world no blanket son

With psychological problems i live a constant cycle

Ceremony with all my homies, i'm suicidal

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

My nigga, its all love

Lately been writing poems

Don’t answer about your problems

Mo' money, mo' problems

All we need is convienient love

Bitches are only problems, no answer to these equations.

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks