This is a song about "Y bag"

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

Didn't want you to mistake me that's y i wrote this song

And i shall commence that i'm the truth, joe

Its funny how y"all think you're so macho

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga

The science and the art, africa

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

Displacin' my tears cause somebody tossed my bag

You a lady boss, now you fly free

L y r i to the c

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Painting vivid pictures call me pablo y picasso,

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

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit