This is a song about "Just tryna chase a bag"

Album: smoothsong: playa young thugs

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Fuck this little skater tryna chase around and bite his tail,

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Like a women who loves to chase

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

You run i chase ends in a blood covered face

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag