This is a song about "World problems"

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

But if i force it there will be fuckin problems

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Don’t answer about your problems

Lets just say i had problems

Good kids make bad grown ups

And it hurtscause any day they'll push the button

Lotta problems and a bitch is one,

First world problems written through the spittin verse hurled till it blossoms

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

On the slow jam of love

Sometimes you got problems

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

I think it excited her

Hang your problems on a hanger