This is a song about "Nigguhs in the trap"

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

All my nigguhs cause damage

I'll make sure that you don't win like a mouse in a trap,

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

And she's the type to booby trap my penis with her cleavage

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track