This is a song about "Body bag"

I'm going back to cali

Shoot bullets right through ya body

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Body after body i just watch them drop

Never saved relied on a body bag for retrieval

Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

She got something i never had

Your words engraved on my body

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag