This is a song about "Loot crate"

My pace scatters i've got loot like bankers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Who’s iller, i’ll wait

Can't think straight rant pink crate

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

I i used to be that guy sitting on a crate, shotting of an 8th trying to get myself paid,

You have basically locked yourself in a crate

My money like a senior, watch it graduate

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

I travel long distance just to stuff your body in a crate

Fuck the constitution im a shoot em take over n loot em

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

I'll loot the profit first.. getting props for verbs.