This is a song about "People troubles"

Broke, only skin and bone, wishing all his troubles to be gone

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Never troubled by my troubles cause ill sin my way out

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Broke, only skin and bone, wishing all his troubles to be gone

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

And everything is purple

I see all these people

Off of smashing the jack,i had yager we got back to bills,cops looking for us

We all have our little bubbles like go get in it whenever there's troubles. yes

Women troubles family problems

So i can understand police victims

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

But then why did i have to take on my own and somebody else's troubles,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

The blacks with the gays, man it's two bad troubles,