This is a song about "Crate"

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

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

Can't think straight rant pink crate

Low income no bills getting paid

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

You have basically locked yourself in a crate

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

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