This is a song about "Dead nigger storage"

I see my picture, when a nigga's gettin richer

Okay then how bout i go mad and say the waord nigger,

Just another dead nigger what the fuck do you expect from some one who

I love my onesand now i put blood on yousnatch money from you

If your man want to bet

That rap is mostly dead/

Augh, i'm the hottest nigga, all i do is turn up, bitch

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

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Killin the competition, leaving it dead

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

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

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

And these shape-shifting hoes