This is a song about "Keep on trappin"

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

I keep my gaze glanced on stars

Hoping that he's listening

I'm on the run, keep running

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

I keep on puffing till my chest hurts ill keep on chatting up these girls

And keep on bringing that beastly flow,

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though

Well if you haven't, then keep on listening,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

After party crib full of broads all naked

You aint no eminem, keep dreaming on kid

Full of shit, like i ate that john

And just keep livin on

Straight g thing, double m g thing

And i keep on praying