This is a song about "Crate"

I'm dreaming to be great

Can't think straight rant pink crate

I don't mind if you niggas hate

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

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

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,

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

You have basically locked yourself in a crate

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

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

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

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