This is a song about "Solving problems"

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

People say i'm evil that i might have problems

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Girl problems? talk it out. guy problems? shotgun out!

So i can understand police victims

But if i force it there will be fuckin problems

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

With no problems to tell

Everybody have's small problems

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Problem solving, extracurricular thrills, you'll slowly dissolve like my flow needs to chill.

If you're that god-awful, coulda just asked, i got some copy paper and bashur's stencil

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

I found a solution to all my stress and problems/

Lets just say i had problems

Here i go again, falling in love