This is a song about "Bag"

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

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

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Don't mean to brag, but i've got the future title in the bag/

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

One time for the girls with the right shoes

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

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

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage