This is a song about "Stockton trap and skeet"

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

The ice ain't really nothing to her

That smack i hated that i knew it was a trap.

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep

That you facin, so get pacin, im an elite athlete at a track meet and your just a skeet,

'bout to get my other car

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

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

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Insufferable trap , am breaking

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,