This is a song about "Bag of smashed assholes"

Out of you, then i smashed up your car

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

The shop is a pot of gold surround by assholes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Trying hard to speak and

Or,"why you smashed and passed,"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Took my xbox remains and smashed both of his legs.

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate