This is a song about "Boys bags and shoes"

High as shit, i’m in a booth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

Collabs i write are "dope" to me, even though there's no points,

Then i raped and murdered your three little boys!

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

Play zeus, homeboy, get a replaced tooth

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Cause i will run home and grab my shoes

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.

I guess i can't blame you, you made your choice