This is a song about "The troubles"

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Never troubled by my troubles cause ill sin my way out

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

The troubles out here are always tremendous

Now momma told me be careful who you love

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

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

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Their all comparing me to others' troubles

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Though with the struggles and the troubles, the culture crumbled