This is a song about "A bag high"

Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

So y'all niggas can fly

Whilst in a school called junior high

I mean the game been dry

Yeah, since i was a knee high

Got your head in a bag as i'm walking home,

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

I can't fuck a bitch this high

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die