This is a song about "Trouble nobody"

Got to the end of the tunnel

These niggas dont want no trouble.

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

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

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

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

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

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

All the bushes rustle concealing trouble.

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And i know that you're open

This shit gets you in trouble. cause one

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You dont own nobody

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

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