This is a song about "Golf problems"

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

Don't get me wrong, they always had problems

Here i go again, falling in love

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

She can make a pimp fall in love

Everybody have's small problems

That's why i shine like i does

Mo' money, mo' problems

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims