This is a song about "Pill problem"

And isaiah say one day your time will come

I know you ain't the fucking problem

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Problem? take it to maury

Young'n in the fader like laundry

But that’s just life, where i’m from

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

Ungh, school flunky, pill junky

Its a war with the enemy

Unghh, school flunky, pill junky

That's why i'm makin' money

He been waiting for his connection to come

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem