This is a song about "Billions bag"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

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

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Look at billions we've invested in our "homeland security",

You can mix 'em all together you would still be twice as bad

Don't mean to brag, but i've got the future title in the bag/

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

Wasn’t bustin’ jimmy, i’d be busy gettin’ paid

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back