This is a song about "Floopy sack"

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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

Set fire to a fag tryna lick my nut sack,

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

Sack the qb sue me for making a crackle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

They just go around

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

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