This is a song about "Trunk"

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

Reading shit my critics say

Parking lot of the blue flame

Guns in the trunk, aks mayne

Tie you up put you in the trunk and drive your car into a hospital

Every second tell me how you pressed em at the monte crystal

When slick rick was spittin la-di-da-digaming the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties, i remember

Finish the job and fill my trunk with the carcass and sever whatever's gonna hang over the fender

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

But nah, he is quite different

Toss the body in my trunk

Strictly pure skunk in tha trunk i'm forever green

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream