This is a song about "Trapping out the bando"

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

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

I'm mental, it's instrumental

Drinkin ciroc out of the bottle

Holding back the anger i wanna shoot out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front

But the truth always comes out

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

I prefer your applause without a handout

Outsold the sell outs, freak the hell out

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

Where god at? i need to call him

Your bars are far from attractive they need to stick to trapping

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing