This is a song about "Dueche bags"

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/

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

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

For setting up traps

But fuck all you scum bags

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call