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

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

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

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

Gotta say it was a good day

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

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

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

I was underground but wasn't trying to renew the lease

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

Tie you up put you in the trunk and drive your car into a hospital

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal