This is a song about "Trunk"

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

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

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

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

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

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

Just walking, it bounces like the bass in my trunk

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

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

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

Hopefully my dick don't shrivel up, when it's time to bust

Then some lady named billie holiday

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay