This is a song about "Dancer storage"

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

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

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

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

You cant afford a mortgage put all your things into storage

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

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

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