This is a song about "Bag of pubes"

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

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

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

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Yo, heres a paper bag,

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,