This is a song about "The troubles in northern ireland"

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

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

The blacks with the gays, man it's two bad troubles,

We vegetables, on them record labels

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Oops i meant audemar, my whole team got them

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

The troubles out here are always tremendous

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

The troubles out here are always tremendous

Let me teach you all the sounds of love