This is a song about "Phenomenal possible trouble"

My nickname could be trouble.

As i light one for ill will

They looking past the fact that i’m a phenomenal lyricist

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Just to love you in any way possible.

Lyrically i'm phenomenal,

Got to the end of the tunnel

These niggas dont want no trouble.

Lady at the frank stand will

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Everyone thinks i’m nothing but trouble,

Change your route to the worst way possible

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle