This is a song about "Bags"

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

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

Switch swag on you little dick fags

But fuck all you scum bags

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

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

I've been fly, i'd could probably show