This is a song about "Dancer storage"

If your a rapper why you look like a back up dancer for soul train

Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

So she could be that dancer

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage

You have highlights about your life, i have lights 'bout my high life bitch

You cant afford a mortgage put all your things into storage

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

I'm hopin' to go and bust some rhymes i have locked in storage,

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich