This is a song about "Shotting bags"

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

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Picture me lettin this chump survive

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

I be smacking up these rapping fucks then wrap em up with plastic bags

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

A lion in form, matt leinart when firing the ball

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

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

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

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

Ha, in your loophole though

But fuck all you scum bags

For setting up traps