This is a song about "Trap numbers"

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

Because there ain't no coming back from that

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

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Old rubber burners feed kids, have to run the numbers

People wonder at the numbers of hordes

Mr. red carpet, i don't do awards

Nobody ain't own us yet

The numbers burst my head

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

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

I'mma sign that work and release that