This is a song about "Spring trap"

Remaining anonymous, strapped atop a spring/

That skate hard, thrash black hoodies, try something

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Lay is fucking ass down on a mouse trap

The third one is mixed, white and black

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I'm a flower in the spring flowering rapidly

Automatons animate my fictional being well until the spring/

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Allergic to me like i'm spring season, you need some claritin.

I will rise, i will get out of this trap/

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

When i'm blown i can work proper

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar