This is a song about "Trouble"

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Fake fuckers, who freeze up when there's trouble,

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

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

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable

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

These niggas dont want no trouble

Lady at the frank stand will

All the bushes rustle concealing trouble.

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

Haters better duck like i'm passing a pond

I had trouble bringing myself to even respond,