This is a song about "Laid back with a fat sack"

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

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

Caus i've been kicking back kicking hackey sack till i hit that sack/

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

Never laid a fist on you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

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

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

I'll cut off one ball, leave you with a uneven sack.

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

A laid back chiller, who only taught you how to pilfer

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that