This is a song about "Going to work with a bag of cookies"

I'm going to bring a world of pain to them

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

Ain't even tryna hold back

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

With my flow, although i got a lot to work on i know,

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

And gave the coldest smirk

No a/c cheap car to do work

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

It's way past the work of a doctor,

Ignorant denim no wonder i got mad kicks

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

This verse is vicious, my work is immersed with a surge of sickness

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love