This is a song about "Twat bag"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Ill bag you like groceries i flow ferociously

Yeah, they both got sillylil twist, i get silly

Suit 'n tie, saggy's 'n rag, say goodbye, in the body bag.

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Get carried away in a body bag

The proverbial lemonade that i made

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

Of this little twat, this little disgrace,

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

Flight back from japan, jiro sushi in a bag

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Fed up, so pack your bag is what you choose to do