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

A clever idea to take something they said

I'm moving in for the kill, and i've got the trap set,

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

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

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

Growing up in the streets was easy

Guaranteed to bleed deeply

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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