This is a song about "Goon bags"

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift

Whether you rhyme slow or the beat fast

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

The club underwater, have em running out the front

Treated like a goon/ aint letting up nah aint gettin cuffed

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

And if you see a whack artist do more than boo him

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

But fuck all you scum bags

They just wanna dance

I'll get u tagged like bags at boutiques//

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds