This is a song about "Paper bags"

Of impactful things one can ask for

You never tasted paper

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

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

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

But fuck all you scum bags

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

And even more alarming is the fact

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed