This is a song about "Loot crate"

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

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

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

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

What else can i do besides loot for those exporting

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Going to kill some green dragon for that phat loot

Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

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

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

I just create my anger with fused weight on my shoulders with no excused crate