This is a song about "Trapping on the weeknds"

Burning up,turn the fan on/

Pay dues like a hair salon

You cant grab on whats on the news

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Now i reached you.. now you weep so quit trapping yourself

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

And don't make vibrations stop

My niggas out here trapping a lot

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

My shit on the radio your shit on the shelf

I’m t-raww young nigga i’m the shit

The dopest on the planet

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Trapping with the hood rats

For setting up traps