This is a song about "Shipped in a crate"

Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

I can seal your fate in a crate and make that shit parana bait

I let her decorate the real estate

Go home a nite to find that my mums brought a crate

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

Momma crying cuz her son in a crate box

Crunched in a punch, absolutely just fucked in a stump,

And you would think that i’m european, my tribe different

In a room, roll a blunt, in my glass, fuck it fast

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

A face of evil in a new form

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn