This is a song about "Loot crate"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Like "loot at me!", yeah that makes a lot of sense

Make the world see, for every mc that i see tryna steal flow

We're looking for stuff that we can loot for a buck, cause we're hungry for dough

Can't think straight rant pink crate

Talk sharp like a razor blade

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

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

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

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