This is a song about "Bag of bones"

And i don't think homes

‘cause we can’t see your bones

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Yo, heres a paper bag,

When love comes callin', don’t love back

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

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

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

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Targeting drones looking for holy bones

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall