This is a song about "I have a butter bag"

Everybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's doorand all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed

Its the penelty as i body bag at the end of the semesters fuck a label i don't need

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

You shouldn't have used my face for punching bag you fucking fag,

You're nothing but a butter knife stopping a gun

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Cus if your love was all i had

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Cuz im stackin the money i got a bag of that sunny

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch