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

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

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

And i be on the block all day

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

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

I really hate people putting dvds back in the wrong boxes,

I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

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

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

Don't know her name those ain't really important

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk