This is a song about "Dueche bags"

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

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

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Hottest on tracks, i'm the shit like what fills colostomy bags

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

Have you ever felt like, like you never get life

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

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

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

And i did the video for really though

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

Heartbroken obviously, there's not tomorrow

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