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, they hate and they say

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

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

I'm just trying to find a chick that's flier than my prior bitch

Oh i gotta face the day

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

Putting cancer in supper and shit

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Got a pound in the trunk ya know whats up, smokin on that ganja til the sun comes up.

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

Feeling like shawn carter before the diamond