This is a song about "Trap"

See, i like the person that you are

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

I will rise, i will get out of this trap/

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

All you niggas comin with me its a fuckin trap

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

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

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

I will rise, i will get out of this trap/