This is a song about "Traphouse ill try me thang bang"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Try to call me (try to call me)

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Try to call me (try to call me)

After our battle ill meet you out the front and you try and go me

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

Can't tell mom the same thang

They take a loss man

I am just a man

Right car with the wrong thang

Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man

These niggas out here do that thang with a bang

Finger finger bang bang

Self made self paid man

Than the muse of a family

Try to call me (try to call me)