This is a song about "Brezze in the 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

I'll bring a thunderous storm and trap you in it till you reach your limit

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

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

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

That smack i hated that i knew it was a trap.

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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