This is a song about "Douche bags"

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Ran outside to see the big show

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Why i had white bags in my backpack

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

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

You'll see rhino as a prudent student of rap / i'll defuse the illusion of facts

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise