This is a song about "In the trap house"

And not a single feature except lil wayne

Shouldn't give up and be burned in the house and claim

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

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

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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