This is a song about "Bag how s"

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Sneak up on attack

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

And that´s how it has begun

Miami nights, ain't another one

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

They infiltrate our homes, africa

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Trying hard to speak and

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed