This is a song about "Trapping on the weeknds"

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Picked the worst career to be stable on, cable's on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Then i'll twist round you guys, trapping/

With women with issues

Saw the bombs on the news

Burning up,turn the fan on/

My sim card's the bomb

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

' alright, already, the show goes on

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

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

Layin on his chest in the sand time forgotten on the dash.

We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last