This is a song about "Spawn traps"

Im filling all these gaps with lyrical traps

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Making rappers turned into beggars setting vicious traps

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

Like rich homie quan,yall pawns, im satans spawn,spit fire when i yawn,

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Been given birth in war, a castle that traps a lord

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Felt like she ain't even felt the need to take care of her own spawn/

My god has the traps set

You already know you're dead

Writin these raps, spittin on traps, playin some craps,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz