This is a song about "Problems"

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Don't get me wrong, they always had problems

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

I found a solution to all my stress and problems/

Tell 'em about your attitude problems

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Hang your problems on a hanger

Lotta problems and a bitch is one,

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun