This is a song about "Sack battle"

I was the easiest to sack,

Don’t you be holding back

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

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

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

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

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

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

Walking to the school bus playing hackie sack

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

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

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back