This is a song about "Colostomy bags"

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

But fuck all you scum bags

If i don't make that man there dance

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

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

Might as well, mix it up. im a fashion whore

Becoming someone you don't recognize

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

But seemingly believe it though

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

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

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds