This is a song about "The troubles of the consciuos mind"

Told the boy to put all his troubles aside

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

The troubles out here are always tremendous

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

Journey in the mind of this serial killer

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

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

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

Parents just don't understand my troubles with "the man."

Jimmy back me, child

In the back of my mind

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,