This is a song about "Trapping in the bandoe"

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/

You got to have your game tight

In the face of the outside.

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Indo indoors with the windows closed yo, insanity trapping me tragically

The realist in the game

And my niggas all the same

My niggas out here trapping a lot

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

In the face of the outside.

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works