This is a song about "Livin in a trap house"

Together all the timethought it was true love

Yeah, they livin in a golden palace

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

There’s a house on fuller street that they say he moved in

I'll bring a thunderous storm and trap you in it till you reach your limit

What the fuck? that's your fucking brother? i ain't with that jerkin' shit

In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around

Why every five minutes niggas walking out

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

They in the same building livin' like a mess pack