This is a song about "Marriage problems"

Everybody have's small problems

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Short tempered, at one stage he would abuse his wife so their marriage was in vain

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Or living stuck in a marriage unhappily,

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

But if i force it there will be fuckin problems

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Sit in the water let the ocean wash away the problems.

You fucking do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage

Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch

Tell 'em about your attitude problems

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs