This is a song about "Dueche bags"

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

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

Tryin' to make iti only got one chance

I want millions of body bags

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

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

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,

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

These joints here not found at the mall

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

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

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

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him