This is a song about "Bag hoed"

Get carried away in a body bag

Where the black girls get their weaves back

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Displacin' my tears cause somebody tossed my bag

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Keepin everything to there selves like ye, vincent moved.

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Everybody watching while you touching real money

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

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

And bag 'em up leave 'em with sickish, stitches, n' diminish-