This is a song about "The trap game"

Imma make it rain

// [daddy's in the game]

My buzz is like cocaine

That you call the rap game

Remember this fact in the game

They think they bring that pain

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Call it the trap house, i got the mouse, call it the little heater,

The realist in the game

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

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

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