This is a song about "Bag of dicks"

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Then you gobble teams of dicks

You can hear it in my lyrics

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Dicks whipped out of our kecs, watch the crowd retreat and freeze,

That's right, heheheyo, i heard you got beat up by the police

I took this line from tyler: feeling flyer than a bag of bees

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

Ill cut all five dicks of one direction, give'em an erection and hand'em to a random

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

Say i’m destined for fame, well i am very afraid

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix