This is a song about "Tag"

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

His name tag is lit up, i can see his name is philip

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

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

Im so good i need no tag team

Come see real niggas on my team

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

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

Tag the empty concrete, make your voice heard

How little hugs can turn to draws offered

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

If you don't then you better tag out i'm in the game

Tag your toes close the chapter of you assholes

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes