This is a song about "Trapping on the weeknds"

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Indo indoors with the windows closed yo, insanity trapping me tragically

You cant grab on whats on the news

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

' alright, already, the show goes on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

My shit on the radio your shit on the shelf

Pay dues like a hair salon

"hurry up, the cams on,

Light the way, lead us on

That's word to my mom

Put my number in your phone

Choked the one on the throne