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

Twist my fuckin cap back like ash catch in the trap

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

And forget about the trap,

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Of impactful things one can ask for

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

Insufferable trap , am breaking

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

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

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

I got that scrap of crap on the map to wrap and strap you in a trap

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good