This is a song about "Keep on trapping"

And getting money is the song i sing

Then i'll twist round you guys, trapping/

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

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

Keep on blowing doja, never blow my composure

Catalog growing, rappers skedaddle move over

And keep on bringing that beastly flow,

Ironically it subs like a hero

And i keep on praying

But he don't rule a thing

Keep getting knocked down, back on my ass

Just put your hand on the glass

You just keep on fighting

Don't want to be the king

Niggas die over shoes

Keep it cool and drop stool on fools