Lyrical Breakdown of Problem - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Problem" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Problem" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Young Thug employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Young Thug's narrative.

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Okay okay, so, YSL We're YSL aka private fly gang you know Yeah, we're the private fly gang you know... join in bitch Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now? Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound Smokin' that shit out the pound We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found These bitches come and go round and go round I took the booty, nut just like a Mound These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns Boy that's your problem I might fuck up a boy that's your problem Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma Send him up to God with no problem Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem In a Bentley burnin' loud and I'm gassin' I got hundreds sittin' on hundreds, that blue cheese, I'm not ranchin' I done took off my boo now I'm (?) dancin' And I feel like Marilyn Manson and I want a fucking Grammy Pass me that mud, please just pass me that mud Sticky white birds, call 'em doves Implants up under my girls Please no-no fallin' in love I'm runnin' round with a bitch, mine bout thick as a cup Meanwhile they hatin', I done spent me some dubs And I'ma lie to that ho like a rug Gettin' money of course Cookin' white like the Porsches Shout out to Nelly Air Forces Hop in that guinea ran right on your porch Hop out like motherfuck the doors Yeah, I'ma go ahead and free Offset, yeah he a Migo (Free Offset nigga) Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now? Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound Smokin' that shit out the pound We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found These bitches come and go round and go round I took the booty, nut just like a Mound These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns Boy that's your problem I might fuck up a boy that's your problem Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma Send him up to God with no problem Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem Damn, we gon' try you in these streets We gon' G her with no sheets How long ago? Bout a week All my attires are neat All of her friends are unique I wanna fuck at least three Can I? (Yeah, sheesh) He playin'? I pop him like pop tarts I'ma demon, only see when dark I look like I got a Visa card Private fly gang, yeah agree with us Dinosaur B's and some C's with us I like that cat bald like an eagle bruh Since I ran up my racks ain't no tamin' us Damn it's Friday, I need angel dust I fuck that bitch if she starin' Pull up and hop out Mclarens Don't say I won't cause that's darin' I'll shoot him with a bow and arrow Yeah, my bitch is a motherfuckin' horse with no saddle Yeah, shoot that bitch one time with a double barrel Bitches in love with these slimers, how many now? Lil nigga money long as a Greyhound Smokin' that shit out the pound We never lost it, it ain't nothin' to be found These bitches come and go round and go round I took the booty, nut just like a Mound These bitches gon' cover me, I call them gowns Boy that's your problem I might fuck up a boy that's your problem Gettin' distorted lil boy, that's your problem No need for abortions, I'll nut on your momma Send him up to God with no problem Got icin' on icin' on boogers on boogers lil bitch that's my problem Boy check out that Rollie it shine like a motherfuckin' problem Yaaaaa, yeah Yaaaaa, yeah