This is a song about "Cabin on trouble creek"

Stay away from the friends cause in the end they all trouble

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

My nickname could be trouble.

Yeah come holla at your uncle

The world is so typical

These niggas dont want no trouble.

Dc star, a pg legend

Body dumped in he creek and

If we wasn't so original, my life despises as a mofo criminal

Not one person even huddled or family member even made the trouble

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Assassins are stabbed in the back of my cabin

If that means what i think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble