This is a song about "Stockton trap and skeet"

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

So i went to a trap store and bought a remedy for it

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

And all these bitches that i hung with ain’t doing too well

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

For trap and soul, metaphors for hordes of cattle

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

One night love: i'mma need that

Get caught in my mouse trap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

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