This is a song about "My trap house"

Now with all disrespect let my lyrics trap you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Malia family, we the family

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

Everybody in the house was swingin' on my style,

Grow it in my red house

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Bet i'm heavy with that

Get caught in my mouse trap

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

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

My family's from the south, stayed at papa's house

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds