This is a song about "Slut bags"

On they car note to go to the club

Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut

And i can write a hook fast

Got a scholarship, my bags were packed

I want millions of body bags

Now if you give us a chance

Maybe i should pack my bags and go

I miss you at my recent show

Because i see right through your disguise

The mirror, bags under my eyes,

I'm everything that they call nice

I'm a winner , bags for disposing guys,

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

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

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

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