This is a song about "Problems"

Sit in the water let the ocean wash away the problems.

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

With no problems to tell

People say i'm evil that i might have problems

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

Cant escape the problems he's facing,

And getting money is the song i sing

Hang your problems on a hanger

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I've enough problems to deal with

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Like it might solve their problems