This is a song about "Bag of bones"

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

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

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs