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

I run the summer, don't plan on sharing prize

Don't be surprised. if i hit you with a sack of rice

Jumped up with a broken back

When i was starving now it's payback

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

I could do this all day 'n diss you with my feet laid back

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

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

Beautiful are thou, africa

Im laid back like a retired ninja

A military mind mean money

Laid-flat like a tapestry,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

I'm back and on track, you'll be packed in a sack or a casket

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

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that