This is a song about "Body bags"

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Body after body i watch them drop

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

But fuck all you scum bags

Body after body i just watch them drop

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though