This is a song about "The troubles"

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Malia family, we the family

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But then why did i have to take on my own and somebody else's troubles,

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

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

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

Though with the struggles and the troubles, the culture crumbled

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

See, i'm second to no one

The bigger the the fun

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

Reflecting on our troubles is what heals us, and the past, it hurts,

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks