This is a song about "Trappin"

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

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

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

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

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

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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