This is a song about "Bag of bones"

Bag of clips, i'm an addict, i like to spit kicks,

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny

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

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

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

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And we crazy, homes

‘cause we can’t see your bones