This is a song about "Money in the bag"

Cuz i got in the bag / tell the officer that i'm not to blame

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Don't mean to brag, but i've got the future title in the bag/

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

Man in the race for souls for money

I just want somebody i can see

I'm ready to put the rap game in a body bag lyrically

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

If oj can do it, why can't you? you got this in the bag/