This is a song about "Niggas and trap"

And sanctified, niggas got they pockets fat, overweight,

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

I'll bring a thunderous storm and trap you in it till you reach your limit

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Seen niggas pedal melons and meddlin' in endeavors,

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Niggas smokin paper and leaf

Can’t you see just how long my run

Quick trap a demon and dick slap satan!

And sit up front, i'm not asking it's a trap

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that