This is a song about "Not my problem"

Problem solving, extracurricular thrills, you'll slowly dissolve like my flow needs to chill.

Its ironic #hypno fell asleep, this was a #dissed #illation- can u beat me still?

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

That fucking tornado. whatever the problem, death or hell. i'm not taking shit

You know i need a buck thats my fuckin problem

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

"huston we have a problem... it's not going to solve it's self, it's a big problem,

It's a permanent solution to a temporary problem

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Can’t you see just how long my run

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

I know you ain't the fucking problem

And i listen to common

Solutions are not a problem as my kill reaches

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love