This is a song about "Sack battle"

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

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

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

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

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

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

I will bittle battle bittle battle bittle battle to any sound

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground

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

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

I was the easiest to sack,

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Cast by my ball sack above your anus.