This is a song about "Sack of baby dicks"

Saying they this and that

I was the easiest to sack,

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

I function with you and you flaunt your pistol

My self esteem was like me, tall and full of flaws

Of that trade off, my dicks a plane bout to take off

Bet you felt all kinds of rock-hard dicks, but you won't be getting my boulder/

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

Ill cut all five dicks of one direction, give'em an erection and hand'em to a random

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

Maybe i thought of it even as a baby

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Fix a dish of rapper's dicks, most of y'all are gimmicks,

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips