This is a song about "Swagger queenz in da trap"

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

When ya first stabbed me in da past,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Patching the hole you tore in rap with your whack beats and swagger

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

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Mr. piggy, ya fat monster, i think you've fallen in the wrong trap

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Walk into the bathroom stall and i'd rather see em take a bullet in da

Party all the time listen i'm da baddest in school the

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

They say no fighting in da club so i broght my matic

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap