This is a song about "Living out the trap house"

I will rise, i will get out of this trap/

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

I will rise, i will get out of this trap/

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Feels locked out his house, he's browsing the streets of south,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

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

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

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

I remember the phone call to my house my mom kicking me out,

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

The man of the house came out and said he shot you in the head