This is a song about "Babe on the trap"

We never tattle, let god handle that

Lay is fucking ass down on a mouse trap

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

She insecure with her body so she like fuck it though

The foundation collapse, your trap inside, you couldn't go

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat