This is a song about "Financial problems"

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

I've enough problems to deal with

Lately been writing poems

Everybody have's small problems

Thought this was forever love

Mo' money, mo' problems

I'll cut you with my wiper blade, you better have financial aid,

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

Tell 'em about your attitude problems

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

99 problems but a disk ain't one

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

That's why i shine like i does

Lets just say i had problems

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks