This is a song about "Trap yards"

Blunt smoke thicker than the dick of a black trap

Then i will gladly go back to my emo rap

I beat rap, they screaming shit rihanna its a trap.

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

I can't believe i fell for his stupid act- this stupid trap-

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

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

You, you, you have to pay for that

And forget about the trap,

You're not so judge nice for these yards limiting

Are you comingto the point that your running

You trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar

And there's little to be glad for