This is a song about "Blt in a bag"

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

She always comin back

Yo, heres a paper bag,

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

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

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

In her defense she a part of the crowd

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

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

Shawty stay up in philly, shawty was hella pretty

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