This is a song about "Goon bags"

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

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

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

Switch swag on you little dick fags

But fuck all you scum bags

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive