This is a song about "Trap john"

Say bye bye to her

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

Bet i'm heavy with that

Get caught in my mouse trap

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

Lay is fucking ass down on a mouse trap

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

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

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

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Im john marston the pioneering jedi,

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

U ask for forgivness i know we all ain't holy st. john

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom