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

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

I will rise, i will get out of this trap/

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

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar