This is a song about "Problem"

And i'm man-genie, flyer than the rest of them

But if you got a fucking problem

Government tells us we have freedom, no one sees a problem

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

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

She go say i bad like saddam

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

I've made so many mistakes that started to pose a problem,

Meanwhile a problem rose...

Ain't no women at the shows

Problem? take it to maury

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem