This is a song about "Dueche bags"

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

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

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

To reds i ain't know how to act

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

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

Lowridin wit the pistol by my side..i stay holdin my hip nd yue know i dont dance.!

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro