This is a song about "Trapping out the bando"

Get yours; you know what this about

The birth pangs of democracy shout out

Gin makes me sin

Out in the cotton gin

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Trapping with the hood rats

Shit its out of the question

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Every nigga in this whip gotta motherfucking college degree

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

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

Everyone else freaks out, and starts running out the front

Baby heading down a cloud

The coldest bout to show out

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one