This is a song about "Babe on the trap"

I'm moving in for the kill, and i've got the trap set,

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Mr. piggy, ya fat monster, i think you've fallen in the wrong trap

She told me erything is real

Babe theres nothing here

Comming straight outta the trap

I'm about to snap

The trap, see that wasn't enough see i wanted the world

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

And she's the type to booby trap my penis with her cleavage

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

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