This is a song about "My troubles"

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Never troubled by my troubles cause ill sin my way out

Lets celebrate, levitate, with the loud

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

... a white lie to a eighth try; try of success till my lies become my only success

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

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

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

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams