This is a song about "Neon trouble"

For bunk meat, neon lighted butchers were chumps bleed

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

And my flow glow in the dark like neon and

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

Some indo selling motherfucker got em self into trouble

I appreciate everything and am sorry if i caused any trouble.

"you was the one that had me for a while, made me admit you're beautiful."

My nickname could be trouble.

A criminal grind mean hustle

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

All the bushes rustle concealing trouble.

Lady at the frank stand will

These niggas dont want no trouble

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

I had trouble bringing myself to even respond,