This is a song about "Tags"

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

For a brick or two, really put an end to you

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

Sorry mr. charlie won't chap dance

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

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

Bring them toe tags in again

Suck my lolly pop then

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

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

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

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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