This is a song about "Trap star"

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Imma be a fucking star

And could i be a star

You get close but no cigar

I don’t care where ya are

// [you're a... rock star]

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

She prayed on me passing that bar

Young money, d-town's all star

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

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

I wanna be a star

Ay yo you wonder who i are