This is a song about "Trap master"

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

Dastardly master rhyme caster

How the fuck a deal matter

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

Cuz im the female rapping master

And then along came the wrong man for her

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

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

That smack i hated that i knew it was a trap.

You're the servant, i'm the master.

But shawty know i'm a rapper

You know, work that

Get caught in my mouse trap