This is a song about "Trunk"

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

Throw em in my trunk and head out straight for the docks

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

When love comes callin', don’t look away

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

Through all the rain and the pain

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Put you in the trunk and shut,

Toss the body in my trunk

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