This is a song about "Trapped in"

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Trapped in my own self, i'm amaze

But seem to forget they're already trapped in the sand

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

Either way i'm trapped in a hell that celebrates my sweet decay

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

Trapped in see, hear, smell, feel and wean

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

Back washing to my gang, you don't wanna take a sip

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Lady at the frank stand will

I'm dazed, trapped in a cycle

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Was trapped inside my mind, how would i of fared in maze