This is a song about "Bitch lets trap money"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Second line & (ayo son pull the shades down and lets count this money

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

If you aint talking money bitch don't step up to my property

You know that love is a very serious thing

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

So keep fronting till my peeps come

Quick trap a demon and dick slap satan!

Everybody lets go

My ambition to blow

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

I will rise, i will get out of this trap/

I beat rap, they screaming shit rihanna its a trap.

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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