This is a song about "Tags"

Bring them toe tags in again

I got 800 invisible men

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Falls flat on his back, pulls out his tags

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

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

Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you

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

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

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

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

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

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free