This is a song about "Sweaty sack"

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

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

And you all will respect that

Leave with their heads in a nap sack

Her epidermis urgently sweaty like she was nervous

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

My palms sweaty, the mic's slippin thru cemeteries

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

Caus i've been kicking back kicking hackey sack till i hit that sack/

Orangatang bitch tryna hang from my dick like my ball sack,

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