This is a song about "Slut bags"

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

Fucking slut, mutt... maybe if you didn't rut

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

I want millions of body bags

We den turnt it up now it's at the max

If i don't make that man there dance

But fuck all you scum bags

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

So if you spreadin lies ill have to smack a slut

Trying to get away, but i think im stuck

Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut

Because i see right through your disguise

The mirror, bags under my eyes,