This is a song about "Trap money"

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

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

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

And i'm laying bricks like a trap star,

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

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

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

I'm a trap this pimpsqueak like a mouse

A thug niggas in tha house

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap