This is a song about "Streets and trap and shooting"

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

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

The ball in my fingers. i be shooting threes outside all day with my hittas and i

In case i don't get intell all my people i'm a ridahnobody cries when we die

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

Okay, fucking with me nigga no way

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

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

And forget about the trap,

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

These bars hitting like bullets and your skullys what i'm shooting up

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck