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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

We like to stay in our own holy huddles, just putting the rest of the world in

So i banged for a minute

Putting cancer in supper and shit

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

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

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

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

I munch a bunch of tacos with waverly's favorite wizard

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

Probably because you got that autistic junk in your head

Because of the feds as we pledge to let our plague spread