This is a song about "The troubles"

And when they try to get parental and start talkin' loud

Never troubled by my troubles cause ill sin my way out

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

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

We vegetables, on them record labels

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

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

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga