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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

And she's the type to booby trap my penis with her cleavage

And forget about the trap,

But i muscle rap

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

Distract ya, fully automatic acid trap,

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Ima take your perfect life and trap you in this hell.

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

I'm moving in for the kill, and i've got the trap set,

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

And i just want to hold her