This is a song about "You got a problem"

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Got a problem boy youll get yourself lifted

No sensuality you said it wasn't a problem eating these pussies

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

I know you ain't the fucking problem

They had a hell of a run

You got a problem with my ass and then you talk so big

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

But if you got a fucking problem

Hard to move on when you always regret one

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

"huston we have a problem... it's not going to solve it's self, it's a big problem,

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

If you got a problem then please come back at me

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

You got a problem ill be the first guy to say you can prolly write it too