This is a song about "Bag of pubes"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Yo, heres a paper bag,

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

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

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

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

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

The third one is mixed, white and black

Get carried away in a body bag

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

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

Without a second thought, but you got my respect is all

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall