This is a song about "Douche bags"

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

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

My nigga co-bizzy virginia is back

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

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

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

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

I want millions of body bags

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

I see the bitches calling i just hit ignore

But fuck all you scum bags

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

I be smacking up these rapping fucks then wrap em up with plastic bags