This is a song about "Trap to long"

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

So i went to a trap store and bought a remedy for it

Going to nyc from long island

Secret society all we ask is trust

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

And forget about the trap,

Youll need a pair of long stilts to step up to me

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Added insult to injury, turned it to a long misery

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

Fifteen minutes is a little too long for me to stay,