This is a song about "Trapping on lyca"

When you took my hand up so calm

Feel your chest on top on

Try not to lead her on

That's word to my mom

Aight, keep going, on and on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

My niggas out here trapping a lot

Curl up like big worm when i drop

I could go on and on and on for hours,

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Feel your chest on top on

New message from mom