This is a song about "Colostomy bags"

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

I want millions of body bags

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

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

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show