This is a song about "Crate"

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

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

Can't think straight rant pink crate

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

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

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

You have basically locked yourself in a crate

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

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Early adapters agree they all late

All the jolly feelings trapped in a crate