This is a song about "Twat bag"

Surrounded by cowards who let the cats out of the bag?

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

Our nation have to bow, africa

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

And smoke wannabe emcess like a bag of cabbage

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

Ill bag you like groceries i flow ferociously

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

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

, now u laid it down like its meant to roll, two wheels and a bag

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

But i know i see better days