This is a song about "Neon trouble"

My nickname could be trouble.

The world is so typical

All the bushes rustle concealing trouble.

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Just got up and screamed, fuck the world

Get lit and cause trouble hammered.

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

A load of fucking scumbags tryna cause some trouble,

You gotta let these shits go, man

Still trouble lurks as foes plot and plan

Always looking for trouble

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Everyone thinks i’m nothing but trouble,

I think that i finally reached the pinnacle

Always ready to lend a hand to anyone in trouble.

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