This is a song about "Goon bags"

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

I want millions of body bags

I'm a tiny pants goon

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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

You can pick the next room

A boy taken for a goon