This is a song about "Bag of pubes"

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Displacin' my tears cause somebody tossed my bag

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

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

The science and the art, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

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

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage