This is a song about "Trouble maker"

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

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Dj turn me up, ladies this your jam

Still trouble lurks as foes plot and plan

They couldn't step in time even if they had a pace maker.

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

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

I got rich from a little struggle

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

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

We original officially the most original