This is a song about "Trap wueen"

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

I'm a trap this pimpsqueak like a mouse

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

All you niggas comin with me its a fuckin trap

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

And sit up front, i'm not asking it's a trap

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

The real muscle in the message of that

Pull up to my trap, i full plays

Yeah hail mary full of grace