This is a song about "The trap bed"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

So lay down the trap, because i'm fly like i'm venus

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

You brushed the dust off the rhyming dictionary under your bed

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

The bills kept raising the stress, i remember waking from bed

A clever idea to take something they said

I'm moving in for the kill, and i've got the trap set,

Im abusing the pen... like a hooker in bed

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

You know they at home watching lifetime or on the internet

Thats right little bitch, save yourself the embarrasment and go to bed