This is a song about "Fukin problem"

Yea i need buck thats my fuckin problem

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

"huston we have a problem... it's not going to solve it's self, it's a big problem,

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

I've made so many mistakes that started to pose a problem,

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Unless you eatin' pussy that smell like it's a stale plum

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

Meanwhile a problem rose...

Every night i stroke hoes

Striving, working nine to five with no health care

Fukin bitch ass need to be in the chair

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

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