This is a song about "My trap house"

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

Phony checks was fluent, listen hear me out

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Foundation till i built my house

Look it something they can't ever see

Mom keep my house fully stocked with candy

Soon as i come home

In my house i'm all alone

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

Everybody in the house was swingin' on my style,

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

You knock in my house i'll be opening the door for yo

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow