This is a song about "Plastic bags"

I put these poems all in these songs

Your flow sucks like plastic straws

Cause nevertheless i'm the best you check ya mesh i'm plastic

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic

Put the gold in a heater make it melt like plastic

That's why they can't mess up my flow

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Bulldoze/ and watch their bodies turn plastic

Six hundred sixty-six, leave it for the tip

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

You make a nigga sing songs nice

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

All she thinking bout is how to take his last