This is a song about "Slut bags"

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

Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut

But ya mouth's a god damn slut,

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

The bags have been packed and zipped

Well, um, there's a but

Bad bitch, far from a slut

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Why i had white bags in my backpack

You fucking mutt, tell me, can a slut

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

She wear a scarf, louis v to be exact

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

And i made it with that dope flow