This is a song about "Goon bags"

I can feel your heart beating fast

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

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

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

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

I want millions of body bags

And all she wants is to dance

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

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

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

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

I threw my pair on the lightpole because of him