This is a song about "Designer bags"

Little more weed, first class seats

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

I want millions of body bags

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

I ain’t saying that i’m finished

The bags have been packed and zipped

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Y'all the truth, got a connection with you all

Or your designer clothes littering the floor,

Mo county, va, show is over, encore

In their designer jean's back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats