This is a song about "Storage"

Either way i'll still be grinning, lived to the fullest. i got enough singles in storage,

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

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

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

They rap they're ass off and don't nobody like their songs

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

Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch

You cant afford a mortgage put all your things into storage