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

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

Got some lames in my trunk, i dank 'em skunks in shit

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

[j] jeez, jesus is jabbin' my junk in justice juries.

No more ho-ney, in the, tea. putting comma's infront of each word,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

I'm putting cash in my pockets, so much to tour the world in a rocket,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

If you're not going to cooperate, just get in the trunk

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different