This is a song about "Body bags"

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

But fuck all you scum bags

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

I want millions of body bags

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Hottest on tracks, i'm the shit like what fills colostomy bags

Why i had white bags in my backpack

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

I'll get u tagged like bags at boutiques//

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Try and pull me over, i will not stop

Body after body i just watch them drop