This is a song about "Sleeping bags"

Mmg chain, lookin' like a light show

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

I can out-preach a deacon once the words get to speaking

Procrastion, penetration, and to speak while you sleeping

Little more weed, first class seats

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

Flapjack, ooh he bring

I hear it when i'm sleeping

Couldn't keep sleeping, but kept thinking.

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

You dead sleeping with them fishes

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

Fucking hoes, no strings attached

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed