This is a song about "Ball sacks"

I kick back and sick tracks you lick sacks

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

High: that's why they call us planes

And burst in a ball of flames

Loud p.o.t. above y’all, patron at 4 am, fuck the last call

Just picture you're inside my big medicine ball

Swag never off, all i know is ball

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

She suck my dick while i'm on a call

They tryna act tough, bitch i'll throw you like a ball

So fuck em' all

Schools out, its time to ball.

I carry the biggest sacks you'd think santa came early

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Just me and my boss no worries at all

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,