This is a song about "Lexus on bags"

The bags have been packed and zipped

You're talking to one of the greatest

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Make a convertible outta your lame lexus

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

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

The lexus and the platinum watch and ice on the wrists,

The last of a dying breed too many whack artists

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Those pieces that make you want a lexus

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice