This is a song about "Cardiovascular problems"

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Cant escape the problems he's facing,

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

So many problems with all our communities,

We pay for lottery tickets, problems in disappearance

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

On the slow jam of love

Sometimes you got problems

When it's all said and done

99 problems but a disk ain't one

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

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

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

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks