This is a song about "Trap at the bendo"

And i can admire your body but your mind is much deeper

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

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

The foundation collapse, your trap inside, you couldn't go

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

I'm at the apex, your at the nadir

Of impactful things one can ask for

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

But since mark put a nigga on that lily track