This is a song about "Shotting bags"

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

I i used to be that guy sitting on a crate, shotting of an 8th trying to get myself paid,

Its important we communicate, intentions to be forever but never cannot wait

They getting nice, they got some ice

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

I can feel your heart beating fast

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

Hit my peak, think i need a drink, cotton so bad call me joe. twist those bags rollin in dough.

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Back-to-back packin' bags back and forth with fifths of jack

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back