This is a song about "Hat back fat sack"

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Wait i just rhymed sack another time

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

So play back... "whoa ho i'll cut your bodily fat!"

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

Rolling with my yankees hat on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

That's boa, see that's my set

Pull his hat off hijack his sled

I know the world been waiting for that

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

Walking to the school bus playing hackie sack

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

On me but you won't know it comes to ye, i'll strike back throw you in a sack