This is a song about "Shotting bags"

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Because i see right through your disguise

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

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

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

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

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

Under ya nose a rose grew with no sun at all

Rob tutors, book bags and yet still they call

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Bags under my 'isaac', grinding to the laws of motion

As i pack my bags and head to mesa / where we getting our cake up/

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club