This is a song about "Body bags and killing"

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

I want millions of body bags

And its your body i roast

And then we'll be ghost

Im killing niggahz and they hoes

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Soaring around, killing titans and their legions/

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

A biggie imposter bout to turn you into bacon to eat with some flap jacks

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

The bags have been packed and zipped

But fuck all you scum bags

But you don't have a chance