This is a song about "Pucci bags"

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Never hit the mall and forever get it all

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

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

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

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some double mint

Why i had white bags in my backpack

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,

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

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

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