This is a song about "Gaps"

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan

You better have your gaps in hand, cause man

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Sick of the bait, sick of falling through the gaps in the grate!

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Im filling all these gaps with lyrical traps