This is a song about "Twat bag"

In a boxing ring, swinging at the cancer but hitting the punching bag.

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Yo, heres a paper bag,

That moschino shit is so back

Get carried away in a body bag

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Im a lyrical juggernaut, and your just a fucking twat,i could get you jumped for free

I'll enjoy my bag of booze

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Ill bag you like groceries i flow ferociously

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Displacin' my tears cause somebody tossed my bag

And gave you a bag of lays i hope they taste great

Let em marinate, you forever late