This is a song about "We got problem"

Lips and show no cockyness, we got the tricks, we got the kicks, we got the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

You got a problem with my ass and then you talk so big

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

But we so poor, we got no door,

Lay ya ass down on god's green floor

I got a problem, i cant concentrate

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Thinking of bliss and the good days

What else do we got dave?

Me and my peeps often meet

"teezy, we also got speed