This is a song about "Sleeping bags"

Sleeping with his eyes wide shut

That shit was wack as fuck

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

While you were pretending to be sleeping

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

We hustle to survive

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

I hear it when i'm sleeping

Ain't even tryna hold back

Why i had white bags in my backpack

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

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

Switch swag on you little dick fags

I want millions of body bags