This is a song about "Lexus on bags"

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Make a convertible outta your lame lexus

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Inducing my movements / as i'm improving my fusing on tracks

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for