This is a song about "Making a bag"

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Convenience stores being shot up just for a bag of chips

The time is waiting

A ghetto in the making.

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

Never saved relied on a body bag for retrieval

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

No one’s making a fuss

Wood chain with a jesus

This a mad world, and im mad max,you a bag girl,your raps are mad whack

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

, now u laid it down like its meant to roll, two wheels and a bag

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back