This is a song about "Bars bag"

But i got so many bars

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

This is just a few bars

So she kisses the stars

You cant even handle 2 bars

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Get carried away in a body bag

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Red beam on it like kano back, high price for the volcano rap

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Ill bag you like groceries i flow ferociously