This is a song about "Nigguhs in the trap"

These nigguhs is not who they is online

If they find that stash box just one time

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

Listen, i'm fishing, you bitch niggas is missing i got that

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

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

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

This my album, and when your parents try to come around

Fucker, call it noun, trap for the town, grind with both feet on the ground,

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

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

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

The foundation collapse, your trap inside, you couldn't go