This is a song about "Hat back fat sack"

Wait i just rhymed sack another time

"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

Cus if your love was all i had

I wear a polo hat

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

While the other while tip his hat and stape the union in the back,

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

Yeah you think you're all that cuz your snap back and your fat stack/

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Diplomat hat jonathan's unhappy aftermath