This is a song about "Troubles"

We all have our little bubbles like go get in it whenever there's troubles. yes

That still threatens us, eagle with it's claws, gripping, ripping all the flesh off us.

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

The troubles out here are always tremendous

Told the boy to put all his troubles aside

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night

Their all comparing me to others' troubles

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

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

Take a shot at the excorcist then x em out with these words

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Though with the struggles and the troubles, the culture crumbled

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

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long