This is a song about "Y bag"

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

Hollow tip dum-dums eat flesh like piranhas though

Official-y hardly sorry laughing at garbage artists that's my hobby,

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Y i word it in dead silence? a defiance to the question

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Yo, heres a paper bag,

Dc, wale - nice ball cap

Displacin' my tears cause somebody tossed my bag

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Z-y-l-o/ the thoughts in my head are problematic

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit