This is a song about "Bags"

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

I be smacking up these rapping fucks then wrap em up with plastic bags

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

The bags have been packed and zipped

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Switch swag on you little dick fags

But fuck all you scum bags

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Word, absence will make the heart grow

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps