This is a song about "Sack"

Ask yourself, do you have the sack?

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

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

On me but you won't know it comes to ye, i'll strike back throw you in a sack

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Walking to the school bus playing hackie sack

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

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

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Woof, bitch, top dog lay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track