This is a song about "World problems"

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Girl problems? talk it out. guy problems? shotgun out!

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Lets just say i had problems

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Hang your problems on a hanger

Lotta problems and a bitch is one,

Girls fast how jamaicans run

That scary love, never get married love

Don't get me wrong, they always had problems

Mo' money, mo' problems

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

With no problems to tell

This is heaven on hell