This is a song about "Trunk"

I've got so much to say

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

She got me caught up in the moment

Toss the body in my trunk

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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

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

Because i never think better of a stuffed trunk in this endeavor, it's evidently not too clever

I was gonna write you a poem today

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

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

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

Strictly pure skunk in tha trunk i'm forever green

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen