This is a song about "Trapping out"

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

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Stressed out, ya you know im stressed out

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Trapping with the hood rats

I gotta little clout

Song: "we can work it out"

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Maybe when those flames blow out

Spewing out automatics

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

So we.agreed.to blow that shit out

And you're approaching me right

Out of mind out of sight