This is a song about "Slut bags"

It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

And blastin' to snatch you fags like hand bags

In that pretty red dress, let's dance

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

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

I'm the motherfucking direct devil so are u ready to dance,

One, two, three little fags, they fuck with my homies so i grab out the body bags,

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

So i ain't giving a fuck

Oh, did i scare you, slut?

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

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough