This is a song about "Sack of baby dicks"

Its like baby of the rap game

And my niggas all the same

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Your mom's implanted with the baby of a sadastic demon.

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

Still got me another deal big as any nigga in music

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

It's in the palm of your hand now baby

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

[b] better be broadcasting billions of my beats and bops, baby,

I just want somebody i can see

Maybe i thought of it even as a baby

Ain’t no doubt that shit is crazy

Baby girl got the best of me,