This is a song about "Not my problem"

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

You got a problem with my ass and then you talk so big

Listening to aston martin music music

It's a permanent solution to a temporary problem

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

I told him get his 9 and run

And last but not least please don't tell no one

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

Caused a problem in my evolution

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

I took a look at the problem and result, my life is the aftermath.