This is a song about "Colostomy bags"

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

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

But fuck all you scum bags

But you don't have a chance

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

Why i had white bags in my backpack

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

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

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Keep me a bitch with some sexy thighs