This is a song about "Goon bags"

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

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

Why i had white bags in my backpack

Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap

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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

We all dream one day we kings and queens

I'll get u tagged like bags at boutiques//

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Hit the club she drop it low

I want millions of body bags

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

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