This is a song about "Sack"

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Set fire to a fag tryna lick my nut sack,

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Sack the qb sue me for making a crackle

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

Twist another fat sack bout to scorch my lungs black (whys that)

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black