This is a song about "The troubles"

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

You are always there when i slip up i just don't care never really learned

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

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Never troubled by my troubles cause ill sin my way out

Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout

By any means necessary get campaign right

Told the boy to put all his troubles aside

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

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

The troubles out here are always tremendous

You just turn your head, kneel down and then tie your tennis

Forget these troubles, war raging in the streets

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets