This is a song about "Trap and bass"

With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle

For trap and soul, metaphors for hordes of cattle

You know your son a asshole, but i hope you got those stacks though

So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go

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

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

I'll drop the bass flat on your face and have your beats spraying all over the place

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

So i went to a trap store and bought a remedy for it

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

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Lights will flash, cars will crash

I mean turn up the bass

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