This is a song about "Tag"

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Nigga got an ankle tag with some elites

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Leaving u mark'd out wit ya toe'z bunch'd in a tag

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Tag your toes close the chapter of you assholes

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Im so good i need no tag team

They have no problem playin tag wit us

So now this work's been worthless

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

Finna blow up quick, kill beats and toe-tag shit,

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

The only name you'll need is on your toe tag

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack