This is a song about "Filing cabinet"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I check her out as i'm filing through her documents/

Yeah, the executive branch is ran by the president, the vp, and the cabinet.

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

My words are filled with havoc, keep 'em in a cabinet,

Look in the medicine cabinet, lucky that i'm friends with savages

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet

Shoot me like a rabbit, head in the prize cabinet

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit