This is a song about "Sack lunch"

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

My mama smoked so god damn much

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Set fire to a fag tryna lick my nut sack,

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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

Walking to the school bus playing hackie sack

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Three lunch boxes a week,

I say what my mind speak

Go gag on a motherfuckin goat's sack

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

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

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch