This is a song about "Dirty sack"

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

You, you, you have to pay for that

Caus i've been kicking back kicking hackey sack till i hit that sack/

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

For tryin' to communicate through a song

Grab on my nut sack - ping pong

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

I came from the dirty south(that dirty south),

But i've been blasting this track bout as deep as my sack

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

There's much more to life than just poverty

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Ask yourself, do you have the sack?

No car key and i mean that