This is a song about "Tape storage"

You good man, we don't want you

Picked up the tape, the whole tv too

The wedding tape makes me travel back

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Your corpses in a crematorium storage, no worries

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Nor am i contemplating on every single tape,

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