This is a song about "No problems"

Sometimes you got problems

Let's have a toast for this new love

So i can understand police victims

Don’t answer about your problems

Mo' money, mo' problems

And men'll chase love

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Let me call that hotel

With no problems to tell

I've enough problems to deal with

Get my taste from all of my bitches

You don't want to push me too far i got no problems taking you out g

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Girl problems? talk it out. guy problems? shotgun out!