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

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Baby all i do is rap

I don't mean to hurt your feelings but go fuck your self with a one kilo bag of rice

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Nice try im not gonna sell it aint going to work

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

With no work ethic to succeed.

I said i got my ass beat

So the words of a hater's irrelevant to my work

And when my eyes looking like a nigga tired

My dad going to work and never coming home,

Drink whatever's left, kill the pussy, tombstone