This is a song about "Bags"

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Hottest on tracks, i'm the shit like what fills colostomy bags

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

Switch swag on you little dick fags

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

But fuck all you scum bags

If i don't make that man there dance

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands