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

I'm hurtin ur feelins and burnin ur ass ur fragile like glass

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I know the world been waiting for that

And forget about the trap,

For trap and soul, metaphors for hordes of cattle

To make karma come faster than she normally will

And your shit is glass thug and you never outside

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Quick trap a demon and dick slap satan!

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

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

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

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much