This is a song about "Bag how s"

When it's all said and done

And that´s how it has begun

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

That moschino shit is so back

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

S on my chest like a superman vest

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

I just wanna be higher than that

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Put the purp in the blunt