This is a song about "Whats ur problem"

Top 10 in my category

Problem? take it to maury

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Yea i need buck thats my fuckin problem

This problem happened two years ago

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Now ur alone livin with ur parents cause ur fucking show up

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

Sever ur memory from ur head n' ur mind

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child