This is a song about "Trapin out the bando"

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

After take-out i'm takin the out the trash.

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Out the hood, out for good, hating niggas wished they could

Watch out the dragon has landed

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

Eyes poked out the the raven

We stay faded, need no occasion

Wear a rubber bust her out and then she's out the door!

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

And tell me why would we just think about

Outsold the sell outs, freak the hell out

Get yo ass out the kitchen

Just to match the grind with precision