This is a song about "Club time black sack quan"

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

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

When i was starving now it's payback

Walking to the school bus playing hackie sack

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Twist another fat sack bout to scorch my lungs black (whys that)

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

But i show the black machine gun funk when the time is right,

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

I'll cut off one ball, leave you with a uneven sack.

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

You're very attractive, and notice that

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap