This is a song about "Spawn traps"

My rhymes are a trapdoor that accidentally traps

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

If this was c.o.d, ill shoot your ass every time you re-spawn

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

I'm a magician so please focus

Tip toes like traps, lack silence don't remind us/

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Leave you captured in fascist camps with death traps

My god has the traps set

If your man want to bet

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

Spawn isn't gonna go as easy on you as i did, girl/

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

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