This is a song about "In the trap house"

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

I'll be chillin in the rap house with you out lookin in.

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Get caught in my mouse trap

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

You knock in my house i'll be opening the door for yo

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

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

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