This is a song about "World problems"

Everybody have's small problems

I think found where your mind was

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

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

Lotta problems and a bitch is one,

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Arrogant when i finish

I've enough problems to deal with

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

The solution to all my problems

That's why i shine like i does

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Don't get me wrong, they always had problems