This is a song about "Colostomy bags"

Flowin' like i'm in poker, you never know my emotion

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

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

Ass shots in her seven jeans

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

But fuck all you scum bags

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

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

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

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

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

We hustle to survive