This is a song about "Dueche bags"

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

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

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

Why i had white bags in my backpack

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Can barely walk the city streets

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

You know i stick to the script

The bags have been packed and zipped

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

But now the dough like kaiser bro

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

And when i start to rise