This is a song about "Blt in a bag"

Got your head in a bag as i'm walking home,

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

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

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

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

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

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

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny