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

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

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

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

I just wanna be higher than that

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

Front and get your lungs broke, shattered like glass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

For trap and soul, metaphors for hordes of cattle

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

And forget about the trap,

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that