This is a song about "Asda bags"

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

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

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Sit back and watch your sunrise

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

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats