This is a song about "Blow a bag"

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

, now u laid it down like its meant to roll, two wheels and a bag

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

I prefer your applause without a handout

I said fuck you and i packed a bag moved out,

Blow up and being in a position

First off congratulations on the win

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

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

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Whip purple and yellow, hello

I got a bomb ready to blow