This is a song about "Problem after pro"

Imma fucking pro, nigga, i stay composed

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

Getting dro on low like a fucking pro

Yea i need buck thats my fuckin problem

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

If finding somebody real is your fucking problem

"huston we have a problem... it's not going to solve it's self, it's a big problem,

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

It's a permanent solution to a temporary problem

I love bad boys that's my fucking problem

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some