This is a song about "Problems"

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

I'm a hot topic, holding the rocket, we got problems?

Women troubles family problems

So i can understand police victims

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Lets just say i had problems

Rub the wood and ima show em love

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Yeah you know i've got a lot of motherfuckin' problems,

I can only imagine

Lotta problems and a bitch is one,

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Like it might solve their problems

Yeah you know i've got a lot of motherfuckin' problems,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups