This is a song about "Sack"

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

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Grab on my nut sack - ping pong

Wait i just rhymed sack another time

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Ask yourself, do you have the sack?

Twista finna get up on the track

Find the body rip off the head and put it in my nap sack

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Cast by my ball sack above your anus.

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

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