This is a song about "Colostomy bags"

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Inferior, but i'm nice

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

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

This shit ain't nothing new though

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

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

If i don't make that man there dance

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

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

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Now if you give us a chance

But fuck all you scum bags