This is a song about "Dueche bags"

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

The sun gives light cause it is the window

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

The bags have been packed and zipped

That ice be onto my neck and wrist

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

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

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

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

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

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.