This is a song about "Boys bags and shoes"

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

"2pacalypse now" 'til infinity boy, forever

Lose your sundress and shoes, and lemme lay it on you

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

And i'll knuckle up with any fucking one of you fuck boys

All you smokers reggie i'm in the telley making a bunch of noise

That's why she ignore my flowers

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.