This is a song about "Crate"

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

You have basically locked yourself in a crate

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

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

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

Can't think straight rant pink crate

J. cole runnin' late