This is a song about "Douche bags"

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Why i had white bags in my backpack

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

I want millions of body bags

Never really been into the ice

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

My bars are harder than ancient artifacts, so sit back and relax

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

Now if you give us a chance

But fuck all you scum bags

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave