This is a song about "Bag mad"

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

When im in the rap game if they say that, ill put them in my duff...le bag!

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

Like when fabulous made ray j mad

No car key and i mean that

Did my rap make you mad?

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Pockets on heavy d, bitch i'm hot, third degree

Ill bag you like groceries i flow ferociously

My niggas getting mad

I promise i'mma call you back

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

My nitty bag, my kitty boost