This is a song about "Goon bags"

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

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

And i did the video for really though

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

I want millions of body bags

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

But fuck all you scum bags

And all she wants is to dance

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

Why i had white bags in my backpack

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Hottest on tracks, i'm the shit like what fills colostomy bags