This is a song about "Slut bags"

Body bags are piling up, time to grab myself a hoe,

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Bad bitch, far from a slut

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

But ya mouth's a god damn slut,

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

So if you spreadin lies ill have to smack a slut

Ha-ha, laughing all the way to the top

Or backing down, come here slut, let's talk/

Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Turn to the side, let me see them thighs

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,