I'm A trapster ya, What does that mean. It means I'm a hustla, with a little gangsta lean. So clean, so savory. Doesn't mean I won't Put you into a everlasting dream. A short lived memory. Once the eyes stop shining you just a shell to me. But I can be, the corporate entity. Bring the energy, have the custos yellin yes sell to me. Lonely housewives occasionally, would play with me. And in the morning the heads would sing praise to me. Been in the office, but I been in the trap. The only difference is honest, one sells legit and one sells crack or that crack back. Its like that, all across the map. While secretarys type crap, there will be a gun clap, its about where your type at, in the office or slanging out the office back. Money stay intact, both hit a lick one fit for survival one white collar One light when the cell door click clack I've interacted with all types of people. All types of good, and all types of evil. With all types of hood, and all types of regal. Smoked all types of bud, snorted coke with all types of eagles. We'll call one the little engine that could, the other Kris Cringle. I've ate with vultures, and soared higher than a seagull. That means I explored the floor, and have flew where I've seen all. From watching locked up on the TV, to me being involved penal. I've lived in mansions, and I've lived where in a week we only got 3 calls. From white table meatballs, to white tray spaghetti with no meatballs. But inside me reside street laws. And if I wanted I could have 3 millionaires answer me calls. Have 3 bitches on they knees sucking me balls. Have your girl on her back me having a free for all. Big facts, I don't have time for that, I'm the type that go for and get results. ]