This is a song about "Trouble"

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

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

I got rich from a little struggle

Always looking for trouble

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

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

Yeah we were doing okay as a teenager, now damn it's trouble,

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

I had trouble bringing myself to even respond,

All the bushes rustle concealing trouble.

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Always ready to lend a hand to anyone in trouble.

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Get lit and cause trouble hammered.

I'm not saying i'm going to change the world