This is a song about "Xanax trap house lean money illegal guns"

Back with a vengeance

Without the sound of guns

Man this life is but a dream

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Call it the trap house, i got the mouse, call it the little heater,

But i dont carry guns

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Thoughts from the balcony,double cup of lean

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

You had 'em over at your house, the guns would wait to start,

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

And you all will respect that

Comming straight outta the trap