This is a song about "Trapping money and drugs"

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Who live up in dark alleys, and are taking those crazy drugs,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Most people made of blood and organs but i'm made of drugs

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

We're just teens but thieves and fiends, slangin' drugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Then i'll twist round you guys, trapping/

Straight g thing, double m g thing