This is a song about "My troubles"

Reflecting on our troubles is what heals us, and the past, it hurts,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

The troubles in the system have arisen, i must share,

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

We all have our little bubbles like go get in it whenever there's troubles. yes

I should end up my battle with a kiss i was just trynna clean your rap mess

The troubles out here are always tremendous

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration