This is a song about "Trap music"

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Dont make me snap, its like a giant trap

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

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

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

Quick trap a demon and dick slap satan!

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

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

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

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

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

Huh, i can't interpret her