This is a song about "Shotting bags"

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

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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/

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

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Become a coach designer of body bags and coca leaves

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

But seemingly believe it though

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

But fuck all you scum bags

They just wanna dance