This is a song about "World problems"

The solution to all my problems

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Together all the timethought it was true love

I told ya he aint right that niggaz got problems

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

I think found where your mind was

Everybody have's small problems

Thought this was forever love

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

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

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

99 problems but a disk ain't one

See with a district columbia vision

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

I found a solution to all my stress and problems/