This is a song about "Bags"

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Dippers and pipers, it's sad shawty, but this is life

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Why i had white bags in my backpack

I don't want it on my back

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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