This is a song about "A bag of plums"

Everybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's doorand all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed

Its the penelty as i body bag at the end of the semesters fuck a label i don't need

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

Taking my time, let me levitate

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

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

Its cold as shit in this booth

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

I took this line from tyler: feeling flyer than a bag of bees