This is a song about "Problems quiz"

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Using my mind, to solve these problems

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

People say i'm evil that i might have problems

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

There's a bomb on board, hotshot, pop quiz:

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

Stupid racist jokes can surprise you like a pop quiz

Sometimes you got problems

So let 'em chase love

Cant escape the problems he's facing,

Who dat, who dat? i got them saying