This is a song about "Trap trap in the bando"

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Top dropped down, black on black

Comming straight outta the trap

See i let my nigga split that

And forget about the trap,

I'll make sure that you don't win like a mouse in a trap,

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

So lay down the trap, because i'm fly like i'm venus

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,