This is a song about "Hold my sack"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Woof, bitch, top dog lay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Try to hold my pencil and it'll make your wrist blow,

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Gun in my hand cuz thats what i choose to hold

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

I risk my iris when i hold up my fist,

Now i'm back with one of my latest

Hold my breath under the ocean's surface til my chest be aching

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

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

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag