This is a song about "A trap house"

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

I'll make sure that you don't win like a mouse in a trap,

Call it the trap house, i got the mouse, call it the little heater,

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Ma became middle class, and we got a a nice house,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Screw killing beats, enter house with a handgun

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

And sit up front, i'm not asking it's a trap

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

You get close but no cigar

Cause there could never be peace

Watch me rock the house with a breeze