This is a song about "Back crack and sack"

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

One ill cop scars to back/ he gets whipped and whipped but he won't crack/

Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback

So ironic how they call me cracker, i could crack 'em back,

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Planin that come back shit like you cookin crack?

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Grow your ball sack and get on the track

Now i can draw your face up pretty

Get a sack and come smoke with me