This is a song about "Bean bag"

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

And bag 'em up leave 'em with sickish, stitches, n' diminish-

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Smokin' bean, everything i obtain i put to the pipe

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Ill bag you like groceries i flow ferociously

Doo-rags to match, and i do sag

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

You claim to like girls but mr "skitzer" never ever flicks a bean

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

Displacin' my tears cause somebody tossed my bag

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,