OGDOUGHBOYSATL - Trap Central (prod. Young Chef) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Uhhhhhhh we so faded on that lean
Shoutout to them big bootied bitches in gym class
Moby on dat dick ayeeeee

[Hook]
Traplanta
You know they shake it and they dance ta
That knew dougboys track
DJ bring that loop back
Im out here in my hood shack
Smoking that good crack
Keep outta my trap house
Or you gone get trapped mouse
You gone get trapped mouse

[Young King]
Uhhhh Trap Central
Flow rushing out
Like a menstrual
Im writing this quick with my pencil
Fucking that bitch simultaneously
Cookie Cutter
Stencil
Driving in my rental
With a couple foreign bitches
And my homie Lorenzo
We on that Leonardo
That Wolfie Wolfie Wall Street
When they talk about King
They saying that he balls mean
Those hoes know I keep my balls clean
I tame that nasty bush
Rolling up that crazy kush
I smoke it and i push it to young hug
Yeah homie take a tug

[Young Hug]
Uhhh king imma steal your crown
You let the monster out
First ima knock tyler out
What's the wolf gon do when the moons not around?
Your futures odd mac miller imma knock you down
Whats the point of watching movies if they ain't got no sound?
NIGGA HUG'S THE ONE THEY TALKING BOUT
PULL UP IN A ROYCE AND BUST 5'9S AT SLAUGHTERHOUSE

[Rabbi Ranting]
I carry a shotty, so any bitch who come near me gets bodied, all these haters plotting, gon hit me up, but im not talkin bout that type of way, they tryna assassinate me like jfk, you're prolly lookin behind your computer screen, sayin " who the hell are they? meh, he wasn't imporant anyway " little do you know i be knockin these rappers out the game like cassius clay, you call me a rookie, yet i do this shit nearly everyday, and yall got me fucked up cuz some emcee always has shit to SAY!! See, I prove my point by adding an exclamation point, I'm in school learning whilst these bitches dropped out smoking shit loads of joints, high and drunk on the street begging for coins, see me if I had a description it would be a young kid just tryna make a living, just tryna have a family and drive a black honda civic, in my mind my visions are clear and vivid, and because i was raised right i know not to make the wrong decisions, like tryna f some bitches, and drive a lambo, i mean that would be great, except f'ing bitches, yall can keep ya aids, you drug selling malicious apes, you dumb villains just shutup and keep ya capes, get off my case, trying to provoke me all the god damn time, i mean can i just have some me time without some faggot thinking im going to masturbate, people are so judging, my friends tellin me thats a stupid game, i try to show them some music and they tell me i lack taste, i mean for gods sake, i already got enough on my plate, and now these haters got all dis shit for me to take!! i need to calm down, my bloods boilin, these hoes treat me like im a fuckin toilet, and overreact to every little thing i do, like " U SOILED IT! ", but whatever, im just a young shy kid just expressing his thoughts through an art, and watch some bum ass emcee still try to put me on the spot