This is a song about "Bag of pubes"

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

The science and the art, africa

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Yo, heres a paper bag,

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

They try to bag the essence of youth, and then will drag it home,

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track