This is a song about "Bag"

Don't mean to brag, but i've got the future title in the bag/

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

City national bank evolve into shape

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Maskin up to bag this up- getting that black ops dough

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad