This is a song about "Fucking problem"

That fucking tornado. whatever the problem, death or hell. i'm not taking shit

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

Government tells us we have freedom, no one sees a problem

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

You know i need a buck thats my fuckin problem

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

Sponge bob you a square, i'm a pi problem

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Never even mentioned you had a problem.

I know you ain't the fucking problem

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Two dyke bitches while i'm filmin' them picnic, yum

Yea i need buck thats my fuckin problem