This is a song about "Trouble maker"

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

While niggas flirti'm sewing tigers on my shirt

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

Some indo selling motherfucker got em self into trouble

We original officially the most original

Through troubled times, i find ease with my maker

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

I had trouble bringing myself to even respond,

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

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

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,