This is a song about "Colostomy bags"

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

But fuck all you scum bags

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams