This is a song about "Hack you"

See you, touch you, hear you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

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

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

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

I'm bout to put the battle in hack,

Hack ya bladder with a jagged dagger then shove it down your throat.

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

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

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

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

I'll jump from a slant angle with hatchets and hack at your throat

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat