This is a song about "Blt in 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

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

I'm ready to put the rap game in a body bag lyrically

Get carried away in a body bag

And there's no way i can pay you back

Never saved relied on a body bag for retrieval

And we no la de de da i don't care for any people

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

When im in the rap game if they say that, ill put them in my duff...le bag!

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall