This is a song about "Trunk"

Got some lames in my trunk, i dank 'em skunks in shit

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Breaking cigarillos, got a trunk fulla kilos

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

New grove, still bitches don't know this a flaw

The trunk ain't raw but we running from the law

Body wouldn't fit but i kept slammin my trunk, tryin' my luck

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Got a pound in the trunk ya know whats up, smokin on that ganja til the sun comes up.

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say