This is a song about "Im from the trap"

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

And forget about the trap,

Or let the mob handle that

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Im fresh like the water comin straight from a well

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Coz im out on bail from the county jail

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

Mr. piggy, ya fat monster, i think you've fallen in the wrong trap

Trap party rappers im so much better than

We in the big thingseat a dick man

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

No sock or im slippin from the constant image of