This is a song about "Money bags"

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Satan falls back..demons get smacked...evil backtracks sinners get stopped in their tracks/

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

I want millions of body bags

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Hottest on tracks, i'm the shit like what fills colostomy bags

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

I'm everything that they call nice

The mirror, bags under my eyes,