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

So the ones eye has freak don't run

We just tryna have fun

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

Im just a kid tryna move out the hood

Tryna get a confession i'm no criminal i just had to learn a lesson

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Just a kid tryna become one of the giants

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

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

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

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail