This is a song about "Storage"

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

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

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

Me and my affiliates the hottest in the city bitch

You cant afford a mortgage put all your things into storage

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

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

Say you want that dope shit, welcome to satan's cabbage patch, bitch