This is a song about "Storage"

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage

So stop braggin about cheap whores, you faker than storage wars

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

I'm hopin' to go and bust some rhymes i have locked in storage,

And i'm wolf, that was me who shoved the cock in your bitch

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

Send you to hell, you meet the devil, sign a permanent lease

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

You cant afford a mortgage put all your things into storage