This is a song about "Goin bag"

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

And now goin round wit her friends foolin around goin crazy

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

So i be goin so hard

So rest your weary heart

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Alright, i'm goin' full slim shady.

We're goin' straight to the ending

I do the right thing

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Educate yourselves, of africa

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Get carried away in a body bag