This is a song about "Problems of life"

They judge you for your life style while they drink away their problems at the bar

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

I see that i've got problems in my own life, in my grown ass style.

Victims of that thug life

Sky high, iced out paradise

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

The opposite of sympathy fuck you and all your problems bitch

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

But in the scheme of things, my problems are nothing

Just give it time, and all of your problems will just evaporate.

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

I deserve cheers how i rap tour every year

Do you always run away from all of your problems dear?