This is a song about "Hack you"

But i think i like that, just maybe

Boys listening wishing to hack me

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

I'm like the bill gates of rap, this games for me to hack

They would spit it raw, hack it up like they saved up phlegm,

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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

With a sack of your ash an a steak knife i used to hack off your ass.

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Uhh, its the ten hack commandments

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

Nobody cares about you except you