This is a song about "Fumbling the bag"

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

No more fumbling with frets, thinking which string to pick

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

I'm ready to put the rap game in a body bag lyrically

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

When im in the rap game if they say that, ill put them in my duff...le bag!

Try to jack and i will attack

Yo, heres a paper bag,

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

My bitches like to cut the dope, and bag it for a dime and at the same time

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

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game