This is a song about "Big ball sack"

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Orangatang bitch tryna hang from my dick like my ball sack,

From the bench to the ball

Mirror mirror on the wall

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

On me but you won't know it comes to ye, i'll strike back throw you in a sack

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Woof, bitch, top dog lay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Buildin' tracks snappin', smack you with a sack of facts

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Cast by my ball sack above your anus.

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Whilst i roll up in a big ball,