This is a song about "Troubles"

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Hustlas ‘n drug dealers struggling passed their troubles ‘n

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

And panned out, i'm all in love

Women troubles family problems

The troubles out here are always tremendous

I think i need some tylenol you got me restless

Told the boy to put all his troubles aside

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

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

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

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