This is a song about "In the trap house"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

When i’m in the motha fuckin house like the senators

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

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Get caught in my mouse trap

Saying they this and that

Your mommy honestly hanging with me making bukkake

All the motherfuckers in the house say yeh.

From the projects to the penthouse

Im there halfway, tripping in the half house

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that