This is a song about "Douche bags"

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

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

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall