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

But its trouble that’s looking for me.

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

So there's nothing i can say but the fact you are guilty

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

I don't spit nothing but 100% real shit.

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

I rap in this joint, but nothing will ever point

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Everyone thinks i’m nothing but trouble,

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Killing these niggas off quick