This is a song about "Trap turn up bitch nigga lit"

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Debatable. no debate when you turn up missing.

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Make nigga turn his rage on

I turn you to a poor bitch

Trying to give them light and a message

Turn up you stereo

I ain't tryna brag though

Exquisite bitch, getting lit, live from the wimbledon

Cause when i win this shit free they think i’m oprah's cousin

When you took my hand up so calm

Burning up,turn the fan on/

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

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