This is a song about "Flaming bag of poop"

Its the penelty as i body bag at the end of the semesters fuck a label i don't need

Everybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's doorand all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Bag of clips, i'm an addict, i like to spit kicks,

So before i go, you should harvest food

Take u to the toilet to poop?

Hate is the fuel thats helping me, this diss is sick 'n' flaming

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

I took this line from tyler: feeling flyer than a bag of bees

Like poop smeared on the walls

Black fours red drop head doors