This is a song about "Trapping on lyca"

Man it goes on and on

New message from mom

Maybe we shoulda held on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

My niggas out here trapping a lot

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Rolling with my yankees hat on

They pick on him and step on him

This boa, what's your motivation

When you took my hand up so calm

Cause i already moved on

Try not to lead her on

That's word to my mom