This is a song about "Body bags"

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Because i see right through your disguise

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby

Overspread my whole body

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

But fuck all you scum bags

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Why i had white bags in my backpack

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

I be smacking up these rapping fucks then wrap em up with plastic bags