This is a song about "No sack"

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Ask yourself, do you have the sack?

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack

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

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

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

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

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

If you ain't about money

Get a sack and come smoke with me