This is a song about "Bags"

Man it’s the killer tracks

But fuck all you scum bags

I'll get u tagged like bags at boutiques//

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

Why i had white bags in my backpack

This is why her nigga mad

I want millions of body bags

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Y'all niggas come last, i'm first though