This is a song about "Im from the trap"

Im coming str8 from the underground

I go, in when i start putting words out

Call it the trap house, i got the mouse, call it the little heater,

Candies in my pocket, i see you niggas on easter

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

Im fresh like the water comin straight from a well

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

Coz im out on bail from the county jail

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Im speaking from the mind, speaking out of knowledge, breathing god's air im feeling alive

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Im from the seaside destination

Screamin, "fuck - all y'all niggaz" in swahilipistol packin fresh out of jail, i ain't goin back

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