This is a song about "The problem remix"

George bush denied it, now look at the problem you've created

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Ask her what's the problem she'll tell you its nothing

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Or wondering about the next problem that the government will create

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

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

That fucking tornado. whatever the problem, death or hell. i'm not taking shit

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

But back to the problem, i gotta habit,

The problem is, when nations unite, and stand for religions it awakens

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Or wondering about the next problem that the government will create