This is a song about "Colostomy bags"

I'm just aiming what i'm saying hope you bleed out emotion

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

The bags have been packed and zipped

I don't wear jewels, too much conflict

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Hottest on tracks, i'm the shit like what fills colostomy bags

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

I be smacking up these rapping fucks then wrap em up with plastic bags

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Same bitches used to play me though

Maybe i should pack my bags and go