This is a song about "My troubles"

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

Broke, only skin and bone, wishing all his troubles to be gone

The troubles out here are always tremendous

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Told the boy to put all his troubles aside

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Grab my knife and my gun

Ok i hear you talkin

Parents just don't understand my troubles with "the man."

I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

That still threatens us, eagle with it's claws, gripping, ripping all the flesh off us.