This is a song about "Fuken problem"

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Let us take a trip to my first problem

Me and my microphone could be one

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

But five years from now i bet she see

Problem? take it to maury

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

I don't care how your fuken name is written or even how it's spelling.