This is a song about "Douche bags"

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

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

And as the years pass by, you can show them foolsbut you ain't trying to hear me cause your stuck

Picture me lettin this chump survive

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

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

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

Whip purple and yellow, hello

Maybe i should pack my bags and go