This is a song about "Loot crate"

Of impactful things one can ask for

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

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,

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Got so much money and booty call it pirate loot

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

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

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Go home a nite to find that my mums brought a crate

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

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

I can seal your fate in a crate and make that shit parana bait