This is a song about "Dirty plastic bag"

Pose, click, pose, click

These rappers are plastic

Here i go again, falling in love

Plastic tarp and gloves left no traces

Do the dirty work, dish rag/

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Stop making faces like a plastic surgeon

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

Tie any enemy up with plastic and rope

When that money calls i holla back

Get carried away in a body bag

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

Cause nevertheless i'm the best you check ya mesh i'm plastic

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick