This is a song about "Dueche bags"

But fuck all you scum bags

And all she wants is to dance

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

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

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

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

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

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