This is a song about "Asda bags"

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

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

I'm everything that they call nice

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

I want millions of body bags

If i don't make that man there dance

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Whip purple and yellow, hello

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

I be smacking up these rapping fucks then wrap em up with plastic bags

The bags have been packed and zipped

I promise to keep it honest