This is a song about "Sleeping bags"

If i don't make that man there dance

But fuck all you scum bags

While you were sleeping, i was writing rhymes

I used to have a nine to five

Sleeping in your beds and in your sheds,

Roll up niggas be like sex

Why i had white bags in my backpack

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him

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

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Living in a gangsta’s paradise

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Just know fame has a price, lose everything

Wake the fuck up and hear me, you must be sleeping