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

Its the penelty as i body bag at the end of the semesters fuck a label i don't need

Everybody's droppin' got me knockin' on heaven's doorand all my memories, of seein' brothers bleed

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Get carried away in a body bag

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

May just gon' bring hobo back

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

I had the british shows talkin bout bring him back