This is a song about "Trapping is my habi"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

You can see with your fans

Trapping with the hood rats

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

My style is patent, the measures is drastic

My ego is shattered, my heart is captured.

And i hang with wolves cause i'm an evil bastard

My rappin is tight, ez money is my game

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Or know them testament verses

Guess how big my dick is

That is my wish, my fantasy.

I’m tryna be low key

Close your eyes my face is

Gold bottles, lot of bitches