This is a song about "Crate"

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

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

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

You have basically locked yourself in a crate

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

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

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Im washin off another plate

Can't think straight rant pink crate