This is a song about "Many problems"

I've killed so many...

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Like it might solve their problems

Here i go again, falling in love

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Got so many underlyin' problems i'mma whip you back into squadrons

Or know them testament verses

I've enough problems to deal with

So many problems with this game, yo we got to fix it,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Don't get me wrong, they always had problems

I’m a rare one, camo’s and some rare ones