This is a song about "Money bags"

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

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

I want millions of body bags

We getting money, you can face the facts

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Wale and k'naan, they don't know is there radio

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

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

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

To go from sellin’ bags to bottles right out the store

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Never miss these things, see my game precise

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags