This is a song about "Money bags"

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

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

I get brain everyday; i'm a know it all

I like my hoodies fucked with lame

Money bring pain,money bring gain

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

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up