This is a song about "Dancer storage"

Ay yo you wonder who i are

So she could be that dancer

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

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

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

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 cant afford a mortgage put all your things into storage

Lexus with me for the night pick up hoes with my bitch

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

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

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

I been laughed at, hated on, no one would even play my songs