This is a song about "Bag how s"

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

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

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

And that´s how it has begun

Miami nights, ain't another one

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Bad, just like an 80's car

With only two songs, look at what i did

The outline which you n****s out dated

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

The jager in my cup is licorice black

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

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress