This is a song about "Colostomy bags"

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

They say it's only one life, life, life

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

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

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

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

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

We all dream one day we kings and queens

I'll get u tagged like bags at boutiques//