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

Tell her family she ran away to the out back of northern territory

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

Told the boy to put all his troubles aside

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

The troubles in the system have arisen, i must share,

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

She need now, she ain't never needed love