This is a song about "World problems"

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

But if i force it there will be fuckin problems

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Don't get me wrong, they always had problems

My nigga, its all love

Mo' money, mo' problems

The solution to all my problems

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

Women troubles family problems

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I can only imagine

Lotta problems and a bitch is one,