This is a song about "Bag mad"

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Fed up, so pack your bag is what you choose to do

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

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

I have mad skills, i have stacked up mad bills.

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

My niggas getting mad

So i'm one with that

Get carried away in a body bag

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

She was wet off the bat

If i would be too mad

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag