This is a song about "Body bag"

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

Get carried away in a body bag

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

Everybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's doorand all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed

Its the penelty as i body bag at the end of the semesters fuck a label i don't need

Shoot bullets right through ya body

Smoking on a marley

I'm going back to cali

Your words engraved on my body

Never saved relied on a body bag for retrieval

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

And the judge never knew which substance i used

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Yo, heres a paper bag,