This is a song about "A bag of plums"

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

I'm a beat ya with a funny track i got from my garbage bag

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

So i can understand police victims

Farmeing isn't just planting figs and plums

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Its cold as shit in this booth

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me