This is a song about "Crate"

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

I get my paper, y'all just hate

Can't think straight rant pink 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,

I let her decorate the real estate

You have basically locked yourself in a crate

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

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

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid