This is a song about "Niggas with problems"

You can't solve all your problems with some weed and wine

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Niggas try to fuck with me

And now that i’m getting money

I've enough problems to deal with

But you hate them navel kisses

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

With your problems little dick i aint the pope

And i got too much problems to deal with

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Niggas trynna kill themselves with lethal injections