This is a song about "100 bags"

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

I want millions of body bags

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Why i had white bags in my backpack

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

The bags have been packed and zipped

I practiced till that shit made perfect

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

They just wanna dance

But fuck all you scum bags

And i listen to thought

Keep it 100 never been a fraud