This is a song about "Dirt bags"

My niggas is winning though

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Got em deep in the dirt

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Politicians granted maggots access, handed planet dirt

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

Hold on..i'll catch y'all up in the next life

Yeah you know i got that work

With a hand struck from the dirt

Because i see right through your disguise

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Never miss these things, see my game precise