This is a song about "Gage school trouble"

Got to the end of the tunnel

My nickname could be trouble.

This shit gets you in trouble. cause one

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Shout out them strippers who hustle

These niggas dont want no trouble.

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

To the gullible im unstoppable as is compatible, bringing in the capital

Some indo selling motherfucker got em self into trouble

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Every since then our whole city been horrible

It lets me knows that you don't want any trouble

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Everyone thinks i’m nothing but trouble,

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

I'd get in trouble at school, she'd come put a stop to that quick,