This is a song about "Do you ever feel like a plastic bag"

You look like a shooting star, who ever says a differ,

Now i'm shinin in the broad, day-light - go figure

Wrap you in saran plastic,

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

If oj can do it, why can't you? you got this in the bag/

Our vision never changed, we self made

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

They blowing up my phone

Yo you ever feel alone?

I'm not keeping shit real, bag you like weed,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

You ever feel like you got talent but you just tossed it away

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs