This is a song about "Trunk"

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Strictly pure skunk in tha trunk i'm forever green

Trunk fulla speakers, pocket fulla good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Breaking cigarillos, got a trunk fulla kilos

You make a nigga's night turn day

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

Pushing my way to the top but this time it feel different

If you're not going to cooperate, just get in the trunk

While living, at home with mommy and daddy, i sling dimes out the trunk of my black caddy,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

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