This is a song about "Haters queen problem child"

But if you got a fucking problem

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

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

There's nothin' like where i come from

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Queen b would have you servin tea/

All i know is i'm a problem child turned foster child

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

Cold, my style making my nose run

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

It's a permanent solution to a temporary problem

I'm the head coach of the team

I was king you were queen

And i'm still considered a child

You can search but you'll never find