This is a song about "Body bags"

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

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

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

Mind out of my body

I stay lonely and cocky

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

O.d. was in the weight room all his life

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

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

Then all i really want is for her to go down low

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

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

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Why i had white bags in my backpack