This is a song about "Spring trap"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

I'm a flower in the spring flowering rapidly

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Automatons animate my fictional being well until the spring/

That damier bag i bought her

Spring, fall, winter, and summer

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

You, you, you have to pay for that

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

We all sprung from apes, but clearly you didn't spring far enough.