This is a song about "Bag of pubes"

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

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

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

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

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

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

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

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate