This is a song about "Hack god"

You feel that hefty twinge in your back you fuckin hack.

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

A criminal grind nigga

God bless america

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Yeah life's a game, hack it, try getting cheats

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

Spin back/ swallow a tic-tac/ for the good breath/ fv is back/ but this ain't no hack/

Another snack to hack, i'll put it on the body stack,

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

I'm bout to put the battle in hack,

My wallets empty my ass is broke, smoke all this weed till i hack and choke

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

Leaving god undefeated