This is a song about "Storage"

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

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

It's going down in history, the way i valet two doors

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

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

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

The only reason why i put up with this stupid ass bitch

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

You cant afford a mortgage put all your things into storage