This is a song about "Growing up in the trap"

The door crack, niggas all black

Comming straight outta the trap

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

Growing up was over the fence, nigga i hopped the line

A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how you did itthere's no way i can pay you back

Don't pout cause i'm bout to snap, you're bawlin n' fallen in the wrong trap now ya handicap

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

And sit up front, i'm not asking it's a trap

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Growing up in a middle eastern family , is the hardest thing for

It's insane, growing up, they told me, "don't go against the grain",

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Bunch of kids growing up learning shit the way that's hard,

And my bank account look just like a phone card