This is a song about "Trap master selling dimes at a time"

Lay is fucking ass down on a mouse trap

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

You busy selling eighths to make a profit

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

Rock an ap and a rolly, at the same damn time

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

I beat rap, they screaming shit rihanna its a trap.

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

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

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Committing crimes, fucking dimes, doing time.

So let's have a toast, everything fine

Hold on people one at a time

And just in time your head is mine