This is a song about "Money bag"

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

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Music is money, money isn't music

If his bitch insist on getting sick

I don't want it on my back

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Living in this bag of meat standing 6 foot tall

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

Its cold as shit in this booth

I'll enjoy my bag of booze