This is a song about "I m trap in this dope w"

Hey y'all i''m sick like necrophiliacs in graveyards

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

That smack i hated that i knew it was a trap.

Ima take your perfect life and trap you in this hell.

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

I stay with in a shell of hope that my rhymes will stay dope

Behind the velvet rope, pop bottles, hella smoke

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

This is just the w-double e-d, speaking through me,

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

I will rise, i will get out of this trap/

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Cos i m working in this shit...which my daddy made...

Put it on everything, history i'mma make