This is a song about "Tags"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Better check ur facts b, i pop tags like its acne,

She said look ma, no hands and no darling i don't dance

But i keep that to myself, i never tell and rip the tags.

That lil kid jackin tags, leavin people black and blue.

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

I didn't get invited, im the one that tags along,

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Bring them toe tags in again

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

We pop tags like its acne, passin l's to the backseat