This is a song about "Trapping on lyca"

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Try not to lead her on

Man it goes on and on

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Aight, keep going, on and on

That's word to my mom

Feel your chest on top on

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

They pick on him and step on him

Feel your chest on top on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Trapping with the hood rats

In that pretty red dress, let's dance