This is a song about "Troubles"

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

Through the struggles and the troubles and all them fights,

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

Though with the struggles and the troubles, the culture crumbled

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

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

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

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

Baby, you're the inspiration of this precious song

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

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

Their all comparing me to others' troubles

We vegetables, on them record labels