This is a song about "Bag full of money"

Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Full of myself, but still hungry

Live from the lamont's rose

Like a line full of hoes

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

I walk around understanding the politics

Bag of clips, i'm an addict, i like to spit kicks,