This is a song about "London trapping"

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

My niggas out here trapping a lot

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Now i reached you.. now you weep so quit trapping yourself

Indo indoors with the windows closed yo, insanity trapping me tragically

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Trapping with the hood rats

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Rock over london, rock on the paris of the prairie

Hating my macking, they asking

Then i'll twist round you guys, trapping/

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Bitch we trapping, trynna boich, bitch ill make it happen