This is a song about "Hack you"

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

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

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

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

Baby you know i love you

It's really not an issue

We will hack and cough till we choke

Impeccable give it my note

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Hack that with an ax tie you to a pole light light that in spite of that i'm vulgar

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

You got your crew behind you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new