This is a song about "Trunk"

Doin wild shit, lookin at the sun don't pay

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

In the back trunk, half dead ya lay

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

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

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

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

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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Strictly pure skunk in tha trunk i'm forever green

And now your best friend's having kids

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six