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

Leave the house, now the car wont start, not to mention your locked out your

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

Take my girls out the house. leave em on the corner.

And all women who had light features, see

I was out the house, asap rocky

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

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

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

Ain't no point in runnin', i'm a nigga, just a little eager

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

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

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,