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

It's growing thick skin, so trash talk stays in the bin, so it can't get in...

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

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

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

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

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

Growing up by myself

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Comming straight outta the trap

No car key and i mean that

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

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame