This is a song about "Trappin"

And i knew that i'd make it out one day!, rappin' or trappin'

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You say you trappin and you never even sold a drug,

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

So forget lawrence,the guns,the fightin, and the trappin i rather move on

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Horder straight trappin', hustle and grind, hustle and grind, my flow is sick