This is a song about "Crate"

Can't think straight rant pink crate

What you call hate

Go home a nite to find that my mums brought a crate

I been an ape, diamonds in the dinner plate

I travel long distance just to stuff your body in a crate

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

I can seal your fate in a crate and make that shit parana bait

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

I i used to be that guy sitting on a crate, shotting of an 8th trying to get myself paid,

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

At an extremly alarming rate

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

I just create my anger with fused weight on my shoulders with no excused crate