This is a song about "Trap doors"

So i went down south but i ended up north

Rummaged through the cupboards and doors

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

Rummaged through the cupboards and doors

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Im comin in hard, better shut all your doors

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

Keep your doors locked and your windows secured,

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Insufferable trap , am breaking