This is a song about "Tags"

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

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

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

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

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

And all she wants is to dance

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

Vijay singh and all of them

Bring them toe tags in again

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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