This is a song about "Trappin"

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

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

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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

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

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