This is a song about "Trap sack"

Orangatang bitch tryna hang from my dick like my ball sack,

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

And forget about the trap,

Saying they this and that

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

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

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

They just go around

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

Get a sack and come smoke with me

Who trill as me, roll two of tree