This is a song about "Trapping on lyca"

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Your on fire.. your on fire

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Then i'll twist round you guys, trapping/

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Pay dues like a hair salon

Feel your chest on top on

Try not to lead her on

When you took my hand up so calm

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

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

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

You cant grab on whats on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes