This is a song about "Trouble maker"

Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful

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

I had trouble bringing myself to even respond,

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

Yeah you know i got that work

Get lit and cause trouble hammered.

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

My nickname could be trouble.

Yeah come holla at your uncle

I'm modest, and humble

Always looking for trouble

But its trouble that’s looking for me.

Via niggas rep spreading speeches through the city

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

Lyrics are criminal, every visible line is typical and pitiful