This is a song about "Flaming bag of poop"

Just another product of this matrix

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

They try to bag the essence of youth, and then will drag it home,

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

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

See, all my life i was raised by a lot of criminals

And these two, other sloos, sucking my dick for a bag of jewels

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

Its cold as shit in this booth

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

With a fistfull of poop,

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall