This is a song about "Babe on the trap"

And forget about the trap,

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

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

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

See that babe on the cover of maxim (ya)

Monday night wrestling, i’m so fucking raw

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her