This is a song about "Colostomy bags"

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

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

Only concern was the home that was close to him

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

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

When you rapping how you rapping, bitches pack up and leave

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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