This is a song about "Money bags"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

But fuck all you scum bags

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

O.d. was in the weight room all his life

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

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

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

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

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

The mirror, bags under my eyes,