This is a song about "Sack of baby dicks"

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

I was the easiest to sack,

I'mma sign that work and release that

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

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

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

With a sack of your ash an a steak knife i used to hack off your ass.

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

That sits on peoples dicks

When you spill out hits

Then you gobble teams of dicks