This is a song about "Trappin out the porch"

Saw the house she ran up in and shot her fuckin' porch up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

I'll come up on yo porch, knock on your door

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

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

I cough on the chorus, sneeze on that loose leaf napkin

And i got that drive and she just might crash

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

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Outsold the sell outs, freak the hell out

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love