This is a song about "A bag"

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

I'm ready to put the rap game in a body bag lyrically

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

It's things to know about when you got dough and clout

I said fuck you and i packed a bag moved out,

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

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Chop off each limb and toss it in a bag with other limbs

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

If you didn't know that's a constellation, i either put you in a body bag or leave