This is a song about "The problem was killed me"

The law keeps stopping this problem kid

I regret some shit i did

What up girl, tell me how you been

I know you ain't the fucking problem

Since i was killed by the don,

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Of which jesus christ was killed by lunatics

I killed the new generation, teacher should of left me in detention,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Than the muse of a family

I watched helplessly as you killed for me

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

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