This is a song about "Mick jagger"

Maskin up to bag this up- getting that black ops dough

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Cause you're the worst best girlfriend i ever had

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

As he grew up he got more confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

I can always go home and look down my street

I'm not keeping shit real, bag you like weed,

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Is written in our souls, africa