This is a song about "Storage"

And we done shed so many tearslost many peers no memories

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

You cant afford a mortgage put all your things into storage

Double s shit, swastikas on the letterman, bitch

Tryna see if real lyric spittin can buy me a porsche

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

Niggas wild as shit. no rubber, just climb in that bitch

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

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

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