This is a song about "Brezze in the trap"

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

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

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

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

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

And forget about the trap,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

So lay down the trap, because i'm fly like i'm venus