This is a song about "Troubles"

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

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

We gonna rise up against the best spittin verses and bars til we run out of breath.

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Women troubles family problems

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

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

The troubles out here are always tremendous

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I just feed em, fuck em, till i’m satisfied

Told the boy to put all his troubles aside

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

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan