This is a song about "Sack lunch"

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Set fire to a fag tryna lick my nut sack,

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

You, you, you have to pay for that

Dirt poor nigga, i took their free lunch

Aw fuck y'all! ay fuck the judge

Ill eat your rhymes for brunch, and shit the lines before lunch,

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

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

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

Wait i just rhymed sack another time

Chasing money in the city of crime

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Go gag on a motherfuckin goat's sack

I was the easiest to sack,

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that