This is a song about "Trap guns"

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

We bustin' like shot guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

Without the sound of guns

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

She should have invited her

These chalance give me balance

But i dont carry guns

Get caught in my mouse trap

The pioneer of the coke rap

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

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Saying they this and that

Comming straight outta the trap