This is a song about "Fuckin problems"

Cant escape the problems he's facing,

Same '89 camry that needs painting

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

All we need is convienient love

Mo' money, mo' problems

So i can understand police victims

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

With psychological problems i live a constant cycle

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

Hang your problems on a hanger

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

I've enough problems to deal with

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses