This is a song about "Designer bags"

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

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

But fuck all you scum bags

Switch swag on you little dick fags

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

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Dont wear designer brands cause i can't afford em

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

All my shit designer and i’m still a minor

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

I just call it …remember all the dough