This is a song about "Lexus on bags"

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

So you don't drown, when you decide to follow

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

I'll get u tagged like bags at boutiques//

I said believe in your dreams

Maybe i can teach these lazy babies to stop making their zany raps

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

As your family dies, and my family rise

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

The mirror, bags under my eyes,