This is a song about "Bag of dicks"

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

Still hear that laughin' under breath while the orlando police

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

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Then you gobble teams of dicks

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines/

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines

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

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight