This is a song about "Putting junk in the trunk"

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Insane like ed gein, putting dope in the vein, by the bundles.

Probably because you got that autistic junk in your head

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

Take me away away

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

They think they bring that pain

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

I'm putting myself on the map you are officially in my trap like moths to light bitch

Still putting you and all the other rappers in a sandwich/

But i'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch