This is a song about "Dancer storage"

Either way i'll still be grinning, lived to the fullest. i got enough singles in storage,

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

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

The only reason that i put up with this moody ass bitch

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

So she could be that dancer

Life’s a bitch and i feel her