This is a song about "Pucci bags"

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

I'm like a crack addict

The bags have been packed and zipped

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

Now if you give us a chance

But fuck all you scum bags

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

In fact my past is the raddest, filled with bags of grass and captain caps

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

I'll get u tagged like bags at boutiques//