This is a song about "Twat bag"

Ill bag you like groceries i flow ferociously

Or do it jackass and leave your breath all shitty

Left out to dry like a big bag of buds,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

Get carried away in a body bag

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

And bag 'em up leave 'em with sickish, stitches, n' diminish-

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

Talking shit because he knows for a fact his whack, ill steal ya missus an tongue her twat,

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

And i got that bait, they all bad

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag