This is a song about "Trap star"

What stares back? fuck backpack rap, fuck trap,

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Slumdog far apart any sub par

And could i be a star

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

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

Your music in the car

Young money, d-town's all star

Quick trap a demon and dick slap satan!

The race war, when it's us against all of them

And forget about the trap,

Make the fingers snap

Imma be a fucking star

She prayed on me passing that bar