This is a song about "Boys bags and shoes"

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Back straight, eyes low, he wears khakis and polo shoes

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

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

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Sober up and i'm in narnia without any shoes

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Go to thrift store and pick up your missing shoes

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

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

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