This is a song about "Shotting bags"

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

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

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

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/

? all white but the phantom is all black

Why i had white bags in my backpack

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

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

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

But fuck all you scum bags