This is a song about "Hold my sack"

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

I hold the weight... of all my victims on my shoulders bro

Go gag on a motherfuckin goat's sack

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

But i've been blasting this track bout as deep as my sack

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

If no one's there to listen guess i'll put it in the music

With a staggerin' pack of rhymes in the sack under my dick

Cast by my ball sack above your anus.

Perhaps it's a musti'm facin cases

Orangatang bitch tryna hang from my dick like my ball sack,

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

She grabbin on my sack, she sucked my d, after i ate her v,