This is a song about "No sack"

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

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Ask yourself, do you have the sack?

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

Yo, i'll bet she be back

Twist another fat sack bout to scorch my lungs black (whys that)

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

Buildin' tracks snappin', smack you with a sack of facts

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

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

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

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