This is a song about "Trouble maker"

We're all cursed like that bu the maker

The ice ain't really nothing to her

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

Theoretical whines about being hamlet in trouble,

My nickname could be trouble.

As i light one for ill will

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Jaw breaker i'ma take it shake ya money maker

Some indo selling motherfucker got em self into trouble

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

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

Maybe i’m just looking for the wrong thinglove don’t come sooner or later

The only thing i did wrong was make it possible

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

No one notice your struggle

These niggas dont want no trouble.