This is a song about "Loot crate"

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

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

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

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

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

And i don’t gotta front, i play these niggas like a wisdom tooth

Of course i'm robbin' too, i ain't got the loot to cop some shoes,

You have basically locked yourself in a crate

Early adapters agree they all late

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

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