This is a song about "Chevys on air bags"

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

Why i had white bags in my backpack

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

On your throat, lungs and on your heart till your breath is lacking air to depart.

Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

She said it really dont matter if its real though

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,

And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere

Standing on the chair ready to kick and dangle in air.

At this love thing toe to toe

Maybe i should pack my bags and go