This is a song about "Matt tracy"

Body wouldn't fit but i kept slammin my trunk, tryin' my luck

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

This is delight no surprise, tonight’s not any different

This funky rhythm fits so snug, dynamic funk boomin from your trunk

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

Phase any,"rap ace",but i shoot them down

Throw em in my trunk and head out straight for the docks

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Now let's pick up the pace don't want to be disgraced ace

If you ever feel alone and

Toss the body in my trunk

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six