This is a song about "Trap party"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

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

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

Walk that body, talk that body

I am the show and the after party

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

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

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

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

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

Insufferable trap , am breaking

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing