This is a song about "Body bags"

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

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Overspread my whole body

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

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

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

The bags have been packed and zipped

You was bigger than an artist

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

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Switch swag on you little dick fags

I want millions of body bags