This is a song about "I m nothing but trouble"

I'm not crazy i 'm doing gods deeds

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

I had trouble bringing myself to even respond,

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

That i will leave earth with her

I"m the designated driver

Haters failing, they said i was nothing but a subliminal liar/

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Killing these niggas off quick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

But its trouble that’s looking for me.

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed