This is a song about "Trap gods"

All you niggas comin with me its a fuckin trap

That farrakhan hakeem olajuwon qaddafi rap

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

Poke out from behind her

Couple of wet whips that i ride like yachts

Youre a cornball who claims to be among gods

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

Gods of cold like we eatin ambrosian,

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

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

I'm activated by the moves your making

Insufferable trap , am breaking

Higher than a leveler, like gods messenger

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Dont make me snap, its like a giant trap