This is a song about "Loot crate"

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

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

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

Place ya feet up, gimme the loot like biggie said it,

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

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

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape

You have basically locked yourself in a crate

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

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

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Loot banks, rob stores and call yo mamma a whore

Going to kill some green dragon for that phat loot

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

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,