This is a song about "Dueche bags"

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

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

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

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

Word, absence will make the heart grow

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

I be smacking up these rapping fucks then wrap em up with plastic bags

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

I want millions of body bags

Now if you give us a chance