This is a song about "Skinny bag head"

As he grew up he got more confused

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat.

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

Everyday i'm from the ghetto, put y'all in a body bag,

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig

But he is so semi and skinny eya-eya o

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Goin skinny dippin', and you know we ain't trippin'

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

When wearing super skinny jeans.