This is a song about "Dancer storage"

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

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

So she could be that dancer

How simple they are

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

You cant afford a mortgage put all your things into storage

Odd future wolf gang like they're filmin' twilight in this bitch

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

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

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

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs