This is a song about "Trap house throw it"

So i went to a trap store and bought a remedy for it

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Throw on lose yourself and make 'em lose it

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Throw it back like you tryna hurt somethin'

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Oh wait it was those twins from full house

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Go to the house store, spend a little more, but fuck it

Girl your ass so big i could build a house on it

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit