This is a song about "Twat bag"

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

Yo, heres a paper bag,

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

So i ring him up and say michael why do you act a twat?

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Displacin' my tears cause somebody tossed my bag

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

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Don't mean to brag, but i've got the future title in the bag/

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag