This is a song about "Raptors jordans glass trap and money"

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Tough pill to swallow like broken glass and cinnamon

That deadly green gas is capable of melting glass, and one time;

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

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

Hope my city is not too far

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

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

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

All because i heard that he was talkin' to danielle

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

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

I'm moving in for the kill, and i've got the trap set,