This is a song about "Fumbling the bag"

Cuz i got in the bag / tell the officer that i'm not to blame

I rock awesomley, the offspring of the flawless brings game

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

Run to my room, put the boom in the bag then jump out the window

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

Don't mean to brag, but i've got the future title in the bag/

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

High as shit, i’m in a booth

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

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag