This is a song about "Niggas and trap"

For trap and soul, metaphors for hordes of cattle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

So i went to a trap store and bought a remedy for it

And you niggas even had a headstart,

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Comming straight outta the trap

Bet i'm heavy with that

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Ima take your perfect life and trap you in this hell.

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,