This is a song about "Duffle bag"

And people call me a user, but i want you

Fed up, so pack your bag is what you choose to do

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

And bag 'em up leave 'em with sickish, stitches, n' diminish-

Ill bag you like groceries i flow ferociously

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Get carried away in a body bag

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

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

Alright, yeah, nigga, i was in the mall

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap