This is a song about "Trouble"

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

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

Theoretical whines about being hamlet in trouble,

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

All the bushes rustle concealing trouble.

But its trouble that’s looking for me.

Lets come up to my city

Has trouble even under a fair sail.

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

Always ready to lend a hand to anyone in trouble.

To make karma come faster than she normally will

"you was the one that had me for a while, made me admit you're beautiful."

I appreciate everything and am sorry if i caused any trouble.