This is a song about "Racks and the trap"

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Top dropped down, black on black

And forget about the trap,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

So lay down the trap, because i'm fly like i'm venus

'bout to get my other car

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

When i get that 10 racks nigga we gone hit the mall

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood