This is a song about "Put it in the bag"

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

I go find it and cut it up and tie up the bag

Nigga ain't nothing sweet like a kool aid pack

If oj can do it, why can't you? you got this in the bag/

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Find the body rip off the head and put it in my nap sack

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad