This is a song about "Bag hoes"

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

The science and the art, africa

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

In the garden guarding my hoes

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Get carried away in a body bag

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

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

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

And the judge never knew which substance i used

My nitty bag, my kitty boost