This is a song about "Bag of assholes"

Everybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's doorand all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed

Its the penelty as i body bag at the end of the semesters fuck a label i don't need

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

And these two, other sloos, sucking my dick for a bag of jewels

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Too many of you whinny kids coming off as assholes,

They try to bag the essence of youth, and then will drag it home,

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

The pioneer of the coke rap

A world full of a bunch assholes that spit raw in a booth

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose