This is a song about "Not my problem"

She go say i bad like saddam

If you gotta problem

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

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

Living underground like a godfather buried alive

I have no fucking problem or whores in my life

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

I know you ain't the fucking problem

For fear is not a problem no longer,

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Solutions are not a problem as my kill reaches

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

But for real, that's a problem on my end