This is a song about "Trap god"

In his body and face

Pull up to my trap, i full plays

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

You get close but no cigar

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

That smack i hated that i knew it was a trap.

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

And forget about the trap,