This is a song about "Teenage problems"

With no problems to tell

The twin towers fell

But if i force it there will be fuckin problems

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Lets just say i had problems

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

So it's nothing to finish

I've enough problems to deal with

Maybe then he wouldn't make songs about stupid teenage shit.

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Like it might solve their problems

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Everybody have's small problems

Amen, they say you only live once