This is a song about "Body bag"

But in reality your just being used.

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

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

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

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

Overspread my whole body

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Drip drop, the angels made a pit stop

Body after body i just watch them drop

Shoot bullets right through ya body

Let me rideuntil i get free

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Body after body i watch them drop