This is a song about "Nigga in a body bag"

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

You're trying to raise 2 bad kids on your ownand there's no way i can pay you back

Drape'd down n that benz boxxy truck wit oxy cut soft az cotton bunched in a bag

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Body bag real shit i split my girlfriends brain after she said i was a pain,

Bll clinton pimping, always with a monica

Imma body this track like nobody before nigga

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Dig down a hole throw the rest of your body in it

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

Our nation have to bow, africa

Wearin' up in a jacket and designer pelle pelle nigga,

I know i'm not the only bastard in america