This is a song about "Keep on trappin"

Keep on blowing doja, never blow my composure

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Who keep on retracing what he just said

Me and you in extasydon't be upset

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

But yo, keep that on the low though

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Aight, keep going, on and on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

You in debt to the game success is expected

You aint no eminem, keep dreaming on kid

And keep on bringing that beastly flow,

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though