This is a song about "Crack trapping drugs"

Don't want to be the king

Then i'll twist round you guys, trapping/

I promise i'mma call you back

So tell me what they crack

Bonding over our love for drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

If i don't make that man there dance

Trapping with the hood rats

Your bars are far from attractive they need to stick to trapping

From los angee area anytime i'm fucking landing

Now i reached you.. now you weep so quit trapping yourself

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip

Bitch we trapping, trynna boich, bitch ill make it happen

But it was africa the continent we all came from