This is a song about "Douche bags"

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

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

I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs im ghetto

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

Is i can be a complete douche bag, apologise and it would be all fine