This is a song about "Asda bags"

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

Yea this is like a penthouse, served at the top floor

Why i had white bags in my backpack

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Hottest on tracks, i'm the shit like what fills colostomy bags

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

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