This is a song about "I m a bag girl"

If you didn't know that's a constellation, i either put you in a body bag or leave

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

I will leave you wrapped in a bag. after phone your dad,

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

I'm a beat ya with a funny track i got from my garbage bag

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Trust they seen enough

I want a girl to love

I have to bleed a bucket full, my life is a movie rated m for mature.

This shit is an explicit advanced maneuver, your verse is nothin but manure,

And once i met a good girl

And he, what's his name, earl

Look, just remember how that winning taste

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained