This is a song about "Trap lame lean fat bitch fiji"

Comming straight outta the trap

No car key and i mean that

Well i'm here to inform you that that fat bitch sang

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean

Catch me with cup full of lean

For thinking you clean

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast

They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act

Trying to renovate the game

Your songs are so fuckin lame