This is a song about "Trapping in my sl"

The world in my wallet, the universe in my hand

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Your bars are far from attractive they need to stick to trapping

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews

In my heart and in my mind

To my unborn child

My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room

I am out of this world and you a man on the moon

Trapping with the hood rats

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps