This is a song about "Trouble maker"

Well goddamn, now i be the man

Still trouble lurks as foes plot and plan

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

That can't take an undertaker, feelin to make me meet my maker

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Momma always said id end up a trouble maker

I shut em down, you fuck around, meet ya maker

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Everyone thinks i’m nothing but trouble,

It's only right we lose greatness at its pinnacle

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

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

Makin anything happen, im the maker.. say word?

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard