This is a song about "Slut bags"

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

Why i had white bags in my backpack

Wonder if they take it all back

Hottest on tracks, i'm the shit like what fills colostomy bags

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Beach on the weekend

The bags have been packed and zipped

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

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

I want millions of body bags

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

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

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans