This is a song about "Sack lunch"

When my competition ain't much

Too many bitches want a date for lunch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Its lunch you bitches still eating brunch,

Go gag on a motherfuckin goat's sack

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

I was the easiest to sack,

The third one is mixed, white and black

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

Its gonna sell quick call it a 20 sack

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Knocked out in the lunch in

I love your ambition

Ask yourself, do you have the sack?

Well, i can handle that