This is a song about "Plastic bags"

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

I want millions of body bags

Bulldoze/ and watch their bodies turn plastic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Tie any enemy up with plastic and rope

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Wrap you in saran plastic,

Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick

Not a drink -- two chicks that flip acid fast

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

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

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

So pass the mic so i can melt it like plastic