This is a song about "Trouble maker"

Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/

Not one person even huddled or family member even made the trouble

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

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

We're all cursed like that bu the maker

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

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

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

But its trouble that’s looking for me.

Cause some of you bitches funny

Ddd-did i stutter the missing piece of the puzzle

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

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for