This is a song about "Folo sack"

Go gag on a motherfuckin goat's sack

Double m-g not to mention we got that

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

I’m that nigga in fact, paper tall as shaq

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Find the body rip off the head and put it in my nap sack

With a staggerin' pack of rhymes in the sack under my dick

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

I was the easiest to sack,

Set fire to a fag tryna lick my nut sack,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

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

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

Don't be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live