This is a song about "Financial problems"

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Lets just say i had problems

With no problems to tell

Burberry, quite a hell

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

I've enough problems to deal with

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

99 problems but a disk ain't one

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Don't get me wrong, they always had problems

Sometimes you got problems

Lately been writing poems

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

I am not loving my financial sitch right now