This is a song about "Back crack and sack"

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

This murder on every track, this verse is an epitaph

Grow your ball sack and get on the track

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Escaped the crack, said youll never turn back, family first,

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Planin that come back shit like you cookin crack?

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

I'ma pack a mac when i crack your back. wear a jason mask and shoot a

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga