This is a song about "Problem"

I hit your block and we can box for fun

You know i need a buck thats my fuckin problem

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Sponge bob you a square, i'm a pi problem

Problem? take it to maury

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

I know you ain't the fucking problem

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them