This is a song about "Goon bags"

Won't run out anytime soon

A boy taken for a goon

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Dippers and pipers, it's sad shawty, but this is life

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust

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

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

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

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

Why i had white bags in my backpack