This is a song about "Niggas with problems"

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Shittin' on everybody, body niggas with adjectives

Niggas actin tough with the rhymes they spit

Y'all similes is literal shit

With your problems little dick i aint the pope

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

So many problems with all our communities,

I've enough problems to deal with

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes