This is a song about "Troubles"

Though with the struggles and the troubles, the culture crumbled

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

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

Told the boy to put all his troubles aside

I'm on my deen inshallah, i'mma get 'er right

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

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

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

Daylight saving times all the time on this block of mines

I don’t be stressed like relaxed muscles

Their all comparing me to others' troubles

Women troubles family problems

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Don't second guess it girl there ain't nothing to think about

Never troubled by my troubles cause ill sin my way out