This is a song about "Im the trap lord"

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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

Lord, give me strength, release the demons inside,

Been trying to put it down long after i was signed

Praise to the heavenly lord.

Fresh out the airport

The trap, see that wasn't enough see i wanted the world

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

No dirt weed, give me purp with no seeds, please aboard

So i just keep my life going while praying to the lord

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

I knew her better than anyone and yes, i include the lord,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

I'ma send him on a fully paid visit to the lord

Inspired by that ganja most 9-to-5ers just can't afford