This is a song about "Sack"

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

But i've been blasting this track bout as deep as my sack

Grow your ball sack and get on the track

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Sack the qb sue me for making a crackle

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Weed up, better make a sound

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

Find the body rip off the head and put it in my nap sack

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Masterful, fifth of jack and a sack of magical

With some soccer moms where they like to fucking sit and mingle

I was the easiest to sack,

Or let the mob handle that

Get a sack and come smoke with me

We ain't hear to hurt nobody