This is a song about "Bag of pubes"

I took this line from tyler: feeling flyer than a bag of bees

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

To keep or not to repeat with this stashed bag of hash, do i move past or try an outlast

Its the penelty as i body bag at the end of the semesters fuck a label i don't need

Everybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's doorand all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

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

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

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

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

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

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby