This is a song about "Trappin"

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

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

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

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'