This is a song about "Trapping anit dead"

Nobody ain't own us yet

Even when my dreams are dead

You keep continuing your gonna end up dead,

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Smack another person dead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

Bitch we trapping, trynna boich, bitch ill make it happen

Need an appointment wanna be dead

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Now i reached you.. now you weep so quit trapping yourself

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

Like sally mae on college debt

Believe me, i'm beyond dead