This is a song about "The pain is gone but the problem do evolve"

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

But the question is do you live

Homicide on 'em, blaow! what's the problem?

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

It seems like the entire thing is stupid and that's never gone,

Brown skin or a yellow-bone, dj this my favorite song

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Everybody know you sweet, what the problem is

It is friday i will do shit my way, i will spill hell's rain to day, feel the pain

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

But back to the problem, i gotta habit,

And leaving the game is basically pain inflicting

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

The club underwater, have em running out the front

All the pain inside, i'm findin' that my mind is gone, vacant