This is a song about "The troubles of northern ireland"

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Broke, only skin and bone, wishing all his troubles to be gone

The troubles in the system have arisen, i must share,

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

Return of the king of flow

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Tell her family she ran away to the out back of northern territory

All the time with this glock of mines

Under heavy strobe northern nights

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

Smokin' on that kush, man the weed is northern lights,