This is a song about "Trapping out the bando"

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

Ballin out, showin out, at the rendezvous

Two reflections into one

Eyes poked out the the raven

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

My niggas out here trapping a lot

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

But the truth always comes out

I went out to the corner all the homies hanging out

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

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

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

We calling his bluff, so get your nose on this handgun

Dare ya, take out the king/

But he don't rule a thing