This is a song about "Boys bags and shoes"

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Lost my nigga over nothing though

Against them boys pushin and shovin you around

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

I'm that nigga y'all - i just ball

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

And, boys try to pull a fast one

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

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

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.

Cuz if i like what i see ill pick my choice

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

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever