This is a song about "Chasing a bag"

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Watch me chew his ass out like a bag of chips

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

, now u laid it down like its meant to roll, two wheels and a bag

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag